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Post by delunalore on Mar 24, 2006 9:30:17 GMT -5
A poverty rhyme For the ashes of crime
Chalk for the slate It's been a season of waste
For the soul sad taste Of pistol alley graves
Stones for the throwing Of freedom away The cold echo of anguish No longer remains
For the sun light the world To bring a new day
No matter what Badb may want to say Scars of the truth Bring growth at the end Of a city battle .
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Post by waterlily07 on Mar 24, 2006 22:50:32 GMT -5
Cool ending to the poem. I liked it. It's amazing what poems can be created from this board.
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JeRome
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Post by JeRome on Mar 29, 2006 7:13:27 GMT -5
As well, I enjoyed this piece. You have done more than well as your piece tells a tale that shows tragedy, insight and depth of plight and how when nothings left it becomes right. A most excellent use of imagery when we are limited by the challenge of word choices.
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Post by delunalore on Jun 14, 2006 8:23:58 GMT -5
This board I've noticed doesn't move too much But I thought I'd give this write some attention
Hope it's like
Later Deluna
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Post by calamir on Jun 14, 2006 11:45:21 GMT -5
I love the phrasing in this. There are some old cliches, but they work great because of the structure you used. Favorite line = "Chalk for the slate". Bravo!
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