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Post by LeoVictorBriones (poetremains) on Jan 11, 2009 22:42:37 GMT -5
I beg you read the fallen leaves, as I have straightened the crooked line, found the paradox of circles and squares. And, I have left the truth for you— on a slab of polished basalt, in a cup of anther dust, painted on petroglyphs with lightning—
for it is to power that love shall pause, to love for which power will hasten.
So if somehow you suppose, I am but fog and stone or the breeze that neither comes nor goes— know that I have known from the song of my newborn choir to the gospel of my breath departed—
it is you I shall always love, it is love we shall always be.
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Post by alfredo on Jan 11, 2009 22:59:17 GMT -5
Leo, may I say, I like the ideas here very much indeed. So much so that, as one does, I've tampered with bits I love. Toss away my stick if its the wrong way ‘round..as it often as not, is!
I have left the truth for you— on a slab of polished basalt, in the cup of anther dust, notched to destiny’s platinum belt, (etched) painted on petroglyphs
I beg you read the fallen leaves. for it is to power that love shall pause, to love for which power will succumb....(this is cool)
And if somehow you suppose, I am but fog and stone know this, I have always known it is you I shall always love, it is love we shall always be
from the song of my newborn choir to the gospel (gospel = good news?) of my breath departed?
Ps I'm thinking on the title
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Post by Jo Lynn Ehnes on Jan 11, 2009 23:08:35 GMT -5
Is this one of those mushroom writes? It would be lightning and etched would probably be the word there as pointed out above. There are parts of this I just absolutely love and then there are other places I just can't grasp where you are going with the thought. Think I'll come back in the morning and read it again with a fresher mind. Definitely has your voice all over it though.
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Post by Marion Poirier on Jan 11, 2009 23:19:28 GMT -5
Very, very nice, Leo. Suggestions: I'd eliminate lines 4.5.6 in S1 because they are shades of cliche - seem too familiar - and on the edge of rambling. Also, I'd eliminate the last line as it is merely redundant and more potent without the excess. Marion P.S. The title -- thumbs down P.P.S. perhaps take out wonderful - may work
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Post by Marion Poirier on Jan 12, 2009 0:07:06 GMT -5
Much improved, Leo. Now let me look up petroglyphs It was lightning, I felt was not that original - but petroglyphs is good - I guess. M
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Post by mfwilkie on Jan 12, 2009 12:56:22 GMT -5
Leo, Love what this is saying but i think you're killing the declaration of love with tyring to be too poetic.
Here are some thoughts on tightening it.
Maggie
I beg you read the fallen leaves, as I have straightened the my life's crooked line and with the paradox of circles, of squares.
And, I have left the truth of it for you— on a slab of polished basalt, in a cup of anther dust, painted on petroglyphs with lightning— it is only for power that love shall will pause,
So if somehow you suppose, I am nothing more than fog and stone , know what I have come to know, it is you I shall always love.
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