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[title] => The unraveling
[time] => 2008-12-15 01:08:47
[hometext] => playing ^_^ always, abraham
[bodytext] => Stooping to drink, the strings of her hair declined, wavered, and scattered her reflection at the edge of a crystal stream where murmurs the end of summer and autumn begins to weave threads of color into the leaves of the trees above.
She, noting the cluttered face of her reflection, fiery, fierce, and bold, with eyes a throng of silver to net a sea of gold, and lips a touch of spring at the verge of winter’s cold, eternal snow, thought nothing of love but the loneliness of it’s encircling seed.
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The unraveling
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iodinelove
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Monday, 15th December 2008 @ 01:08:47 AM in AEST
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Stooping to drink, the strings of her hair declined, wavered, and scattered her reflection at the edge of a crystal stream where murmurs the end of summer and autumn begins to weave threads of color into the leaves of the trees above.
She, noting the cluttered face of her reflection, fiery, fierce, and bold, with eyes a throng of silver to net a sea of gold, and lips a touch of spring at the verge of winter’s cold, eternal snow, thought nothing of love but the loneliness of it’s encircling seed.
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Re: The unraveling
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by emystar on
Monday, 15th December 2008 @ 06:49:45 AM AEST
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I hate it when my computor eats my comment or email.
As I was trying to say, Abe is that you should be writing a book. Beautifull scenary you have painted with words.
bi huggs, smiles, happy Holidays,
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Re: The unraveling
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by shelby on
Monday, 15th December 2008 @ 05:44:40 PM AEST
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Yes yes I agree with Em you are incredible I always love these writes.
Michelle
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Re: The unraveling
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by Former_Member on
Monday, 15th December 2008 @ 05:50:31 PM AEST
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jaw-droppingly good imagery. you taught me a thing or 2 about poetry with this one. great write.
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Re: The unraveling
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by elle on
Monday, 15th December 2008 @ 09:02:55 PM AEST
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| exquisite. . . well done. peace. elle |
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Re: The unraveling
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by Fionndruinne on
Wednesday, 17th December 2008 @ 01:17:27 AM AEST
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At the beginning of fiery, fierce, and bold on to the end of the piece, I can imagine the ghosts of many famous poets gathering around with emotions ranging from admiration to bitter envy.
We can only hope to reach those moments where a line or an image can blow someone away; that, not fame or publication, is the end aim of poetry. You do achieve that end now and again, it's a mighty thing! Bravo.
- A |
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