| Dark Poetry #3 |
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Randomly Tossed Among Sharp Grains of Sand |
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Kaoru![]() ![]()
since 2003-06-07
Posts 3892where the wild flowers grow
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Random ranting, the pulsation of time trickling down from wrist to palm. I know I promised not ..but seeds grown shade and I am lost. |
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green_itchy_stuff Senior Member
since 2003-06-26
Posts 1929New Caney, Tx |
It happens without warning. Nice poem. GIS a trickle of music from a well |
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Aenimal Member Rara Avis
since 2002-11-18
Posts 7350the ass-end of space |
Brilliant l#ve the way you worded this |
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Lexia Member
since 2003-07-20
Posts 111Nowhere |
Very good write. I love the structure to this. Lex You may only be one person to the world, but you may also be the world to one person. |
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eor Senior Member
since 2002-09-26
Posts 959blues & greys |
i'll find you, someway somehow... "the pulsation of time trickling down from wrist to palm." so eleagantly(sp??) put, this was so beautiful, my words lack in comparison..adding this... "in a past life i was a woodcarver's knife: the sharpend blade of a wood cutter, the eldest son of the chief's brother: a maker of drums" |
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Lexy Senior Member
since 2003-01-28
Posts 1038California |
This is shockingly well done. It was like you slapped me in the face with your words. I'm sure this one will leave a mark. amazing.. ![]() |
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mysticpoe Senior Member
since 2003-02-28
Posts 883 |
You have that silvery touch in your writing. Enjoyed. mysticpoe If nothing is something |
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inkedgoddess Member Rara Avis
since 2002-11-19
Posts 7392Ohio |
this is kind of eerie, and bleeds real good stuff |
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