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Array ( [sid] => 150547 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => If Giving is for Sieves [time] => 2009-06-08 09:13:39 [hometext] => [bodytext] => If giving is for sieves,
Then he stands with cupped hands, receives
Their tumbling waters by donors
Down the halved flutes, his loner’s
Eye glaucous for the smallest cataracts.
Water slides among the tricking bracts,
Which have not been cleared by fog
As he gropes to footslog,
Preciosity the vapor
After sudden polyps of its callow caper
Have turned to brilliant medusa.
Mushroomed and bug-spotted. Peruse a
Watered turnpike, taking gifts and resenting cues,
Odious the brown hues
Of dying plants and quicksand
As bloated oats uncanned;
When nearby some plant mustered,
He is sure, its fragrant custard
With a blooming, cottonesque heave--
This time, his nose to reave. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 161 [topic] => 64 [informant] => screwge [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => ambiguous )
If Giving is for Sieves

Contributed by screwge on Monday, 8th June 2009 @ 09:13:39 AM in AEST
Topic: ambiguous



If giving is for sieves,
Then he stands with cupped hands, receives
Their tumbling waters by donors
Down the halved flutes, his loner’s
Eye glaucous for the smallest cataracts.
Water slides among the tricking bracts,
Which have not been cleared by fog
As he gropes to footslog,
Preciosity the vapor
After sudden polyps of its callow caper
Have turned to brilliant medusa.
Mushroomed and bug-spotted. Peruse a
Watered turnpike, taking gifts and resenting cues,
Odious the brown hues
Of dying plants and quicksand
As bloated oats uncanned;
When nearby some plant mustered,
He is sure, its fragrant custard
With a blooming, cottonesque heave--
This time, his nose to reave.



Copyright © screwge ... [ 2009-06-08 09:13:39]
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Re: If Giving is for Sieves (User Rating: 1 )
by The_Phantom on Monday, 8th June 2009 @ 06:44:11 PM AEST
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Interesting write here, thanks for the read.

The Phantom




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