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Post by mfwilkie on Oct 23, 2009 14:18:00 GMT -5
We re-create the sound of breaking glass. For some, it's heavy music. He said he sleeps without mistakes. What does that mean? No dreams. No screams. No need for flesh nearby. (Fill in the purposed lapse in illustrative language.)
I wonder, does he hold each day at arms' length? Maybe the pain of joy is something that he runs away from, or maybe his bed's not big enough for two. Bed. Is that a metaphor for life? Sharing dust mites. Probably not provocative.
The wind blows. Leaves fall. And some of us will feel the ocean (b)rushing skin.
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Post by ramadevi on Oct 26, 2009 5:59:40 GMT -5
Hi there- This is very good. I like it.
Great line-
I wonder, does he hold each day at arms' length?
Not sure a bout the parenthetical comment, but it grows on me- (Fill in the purposed lapse in illustrative language.)
Loved this-
The wind blows. Leaves fall. And some of us will feel the ocean (b)rushing skin.
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Post by Ron Wallace (Scotshawk) on Nov 15, 2009 23:21:55 GMT -5
Maggie, I've been gone too long. This has your voice in it; that much I know. God I'm buried in work, but I'm going to try to sneak back with more. For now, suffice to say I like it? Ron
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Post by Marion Poirier on Nov 16, 2009 12:10:54 GMT -5
Maggie, strong voice, unique and yours alone.
I had to read this several times; each time, I gathered more from the poem.
Powerful insight into a person you have to know to understand.
Marion
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