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Post by morbid1 on Dec 7, 2007 11:13:23 GMT -5
Between the streaming evenings, Perfect shimmering glass, Crystal half-sister, Behind her garden, On the stone, Thirteen hands unseen, Entranced their motions, Disregarded or blind, From my shifting tree, I sit and watch a perfect winter, Balance with summer, Dare to take in the stranger, graceless diamond, the balcony fills quickly, Sally cupped her head, Whiped them all in.
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Post by bcoyotey on Dec 7, 2007 15:08:39 GMT -5
morbid, This is very interesting. I love the title and originality. Great Drops poem. Lady B
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Post by olivialuka131313 on Dec 8, 2007 6:09:25 GMT -5
Sweet as! I'm pretty sure I didnt understand it exactly but these were my favourite lines:
From my shifting tree, I sit and watch a perfect winter
I got a very solemn feeling from this poem - well done!
Olivia
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Post by - Moirae - on Dec 15, 2007 18:20:15 GMT -5
A tad bit confusing but definitely an interesting story for the reader to follow.
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auragem
Wandering Muse
* Poetry is the crucible where the lemon of thoughts and the jasmine of the soul melt.
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Post by auragem on Mar 27, 2008 1:01:07 GMT -5
The touch of confusion in this poem is all part of its charm.
It becomes a surreal landscape.
I almost see a graveyard, and the half-sister can only be a glint of crystal, locked into the garden around where she sleeps. It is a spiritual crystal, a little smudged by the dubious presence of 13 sylph like entities; like shadows of the 3 Graces!
Quite haunting! Almost waiting for a story to carry it further!
Gemma
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