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Post by Tina (Firefly) on May 13, 2008 10:47:26 GMT -5
Write of the sea, he said, as if it were the first time..
but every time is the first, every deep look into the bottomless jade swells frightens me with waves of raw lust, pulls me to dive into a wild life where sharks
dart, manta rays fly and fling salt under a gone-crazy sun, swordfish stab and flip like warriors battling a shifting moon.
You sink into me like a lunatic lover, drown me in your cold cruel might. I will die but won't remember anything but your mad love.
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Post by LeoVictorBriones (poetremains) on May 13, 2008 11:58:30 GMT -5
Read this...like it a lot...the enjambment then you stray...the ending could be a bit less obvious...let me think about this one for a few weeks. I'll get back to you.
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Post by ramadevi on May 13, 2008 19:49:46 GMT -5
I think i agree with Leo. I like it alopt but will think more and retur.n..
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Post by Jonathan Morey Weiss-Namaste47 on May 13, 2008 20:50:53 GMT -5
Write of the sea, she said, as if it is were the first time..
I like the metaphor in the final stanza very much. I don't picture sharks darting......minnows maybe, or smaller fish.
like child-warriors playing on a Sunday afternoon. (extraneous to my ear)
I found it hard to reconcile the"bottomless cold jade frightens me" with the playfulness that follows.....
You have the makings of something really good here, T....I might rethink it conceptually.
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Post by Tina (Firefly) on May 13, 2008 21:54:12 GMT -5
Thanks so much..all of you! I've changed a few things and let's see where this takes us.
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