Notes While Listening |
 Jun 12 2008, 11:08 PM
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A dream.
The outline of a green hill, your red hair plastered against it. And you wrestled around Took a spot (right there right there) As I let words plunge into the weeds. And lately I’ve been considering birds and the sounds tiny feet make. White powder; I’ve never smelled it. I’ve never woken up and comforted someone. Not someone so fragile, so loud when protesting. But to interrupt whispered notes and entangled fingers and hearts, with wailing. With the assembling of small beds and circles under eyes. No. I let my dream fly. I poured the green hill Into the tub and it slipped down down into the drain. But my words will linger in the air Hissing and cracking when you’re near. |
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Jun 18 2008, 03:53 AM
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 isketchaholic Group: Staff Alumni Posts: 2,977 Joined: Apr 2007 Member No: 516,154 |
that was full of incredible images: I loved the dream going down the drain and the entangled fingers.
great job |
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Jun 20 2008, 02:13 PM
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Senior Member Group: Member Posts: 621 Joined: Mar 2006 Member No: 387,078 |
Thank you!
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Jun 20 2008, 05:16 PM
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I agree with Betty. Great imagery.
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Jul 28 2008, 03:39 PM
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Senior Member Group: Member Posts: 621 Joined: Mar 2006 Member No: 387,078 |
Thanks! Sorry for saying it so late
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Aug 19 2008, 08:23 PM
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 :: fearless living Group: Member Posts: 13 Joined: Jan 2008 Member No: 610,201 |
Vast depth and flow. You described one instance with many faces. Nice.
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