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Post by mfwilkie on Dec 4, 2008 17:47:09 GMT -5
Go to a window, any window facing east.
Bring your quiet— and bring true eyes to hear the dawn— You'll need them both to bless your bitters.
II
I didn't expect to find a rise of fire burning beyond the trees, didn't expect it to shut down all senses save one—
this throat-tight longing.
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Post by Jo Lynn Ehnes on Dec 5, 2008 13:05:07 GMT -5
Think I'm having a hard time wrapping my mind around the title and what follows. Like the verse, think I'd leave out the and, I like the sound of those two brings and since you have the hypen don't think you need the and. Explain that title to me.
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Post by mfwilkie on Dec 5, 2008 15:22:35 GMT -5
The third piece should tie the title to the poem, JL. Or I'll change it. ;D
Will be posting the second one in a mo.
Later, gator.
Mags
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Post by Jo Lynn Ehnes on Dec 6, 2008 9:17:49 GMT -5
Patiently awaiting the third, like what you have so far and understand the arteries but that Pacman, hmm....
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Post by mfwilkie on Dec 6, 2008 13:38:41 GMT -5
chew-chew-chew-
Just read your poem.
Will be back in a bit- Have store issues.
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