| Open Poetry #30 |
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Composure |
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bsquirrel
since 2000-01-03
Posts 7855
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I wiped away the dirt and twine, swept burst glass into a basket, pulled the cobwebs from the ceiling, eked dead petals out of corners, crushed old wax into my palm, mopped the mud from all the doorways, set a light upon the room, pronounced it done. Completed. "Poem." |
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Effigy Member
since 2000-04-11
Posts 486disbelief |
interesting. |
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bsquirrel
since 2000-01-03
Posts 7855 |
Moreso than interesting. It's my last gasp here until I get back from Calgary on Sunday. Ciao, PIPians. Happy holiday. .m. |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
At first, I thought you was doin' voodoo! ![]() y'are magickal tho--this I liked. You just invented poetry. ![]() |
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vandana
since 1999-10-22
Posts 10463USA |
enjoyed ![]() |
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bsquirrel
since 2000-01-03
Posts 7855 |
Aww. A happy Thanksgiving to you S'en. And thanks, everyone, for readin'. |
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