Before you came,
my lone grain sand skin,
the vessel of my earthly love,
It slept.
But you came,
With a smile
of glacier grandeur
with teeth filled
of white voice...
Until you came,
The poetry wept of silver loneliness
it condenced and fell
heavy with time
it took the years of month's.
Then you came,
A hurricane
of red wind
I trembled
at it's scent.
A body of celestial geometry
shapes that make the clay
go burning, with lines
my eyes marked.
Watching, I remain
the eager ghost
wanting to
live in you.
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*pre-write*
Written February 14th, 2006
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The poetry wept of silver loneliness
it condenced and fell
heavy with time
it took the years of month's.
wow i am awed by your zen use, so much said with so little, the brilliant wait and emptyness, and then the rush of heart to finish sets the mind to brilliance in memory well done indeed,
anyheys thanks for this journey
w beer and nachoes
-jas
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This poem is amazing! I love it! You created the most wonderful metaphores and similes. I loved the descriptions you made. This poem really has a lot of emotion. Excellent job, very fitting for El Dia de San Valantin! Great write!
---Esperanza
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