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left hand and right, holding something closely

looming from illumination
scallion's stringy end was long,
salon of another chair
an actual uncut produced ponytail
in order to aid cancer
first fight with this in fist of chew not manager
of grocer care perceiving looks
would take off unsightly slice
wig jolt to salt and pepper salad in itself
but one didn't bob for the bag
vital
version
of similarities to hairy gift

Sugar in my mouth
to think that came from the ground
pineapple tonight
trade in the dirt
superbly different,
at this stage
pinpoint
this yellow fruit
like sunshine from sky unmistakenly
as where there was just black with stars!



Nutrients not night only!

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April update : please don't use AP applause, the symbol bothers me. Thank you.

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  • Blue Rew silver member
    May 21, 2007

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    You give thoughts of the kitchen a promotion, indeed!
    Comparing the ends of wild onion to human hair and then drawing the distinct similarities found within a mind that makes humane connections:
    donations of this natural fiber to help those who have battled feel back to their "natural" appearance....
    Then the aspect of ingesting the like veggie to combat the disease with "natural" remedy.
    And then the hope at the last...putting sunshine where there was just black. Very nice touch, Blue

  • PrabhuDayal Khattar gold member
    April 6, 2007

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    like sunshine from sky unmistakenly
    as where there was just black with stars!

    there you are ,you words given in the comments are sufficient to bring the clarity here which has moved this poem so beautifuly my friend...and the images of life which have been depicted here really made me to think and to enjoy as well...welldone my friend..


    • PetrifiedAfforded
      April 6, 2007
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      sweet emphasis

      PrabhuDayal Khattar (Oh, welcome...),

      Thanks ever so much for getting me reexcited over this with you due to your checking quoted ending for "clarity here which has moved this poem so beautifuly" which loads up such an ahhh in my exclamation mark!

      My happiness though wants to edit a bit more to pinpoint my fascination in the two lines being from how pineapple was so superbly different from the dirt at that stage.. yes, like sunshine from a sky of just night nutrients so to speak!

      It was a thrill, I'm glad sharing it went well!

      I'm getting to limited time left on AP but I'll try return favor since I'm joyfully able to be quick!

      1:12 what do I do, a dozen feelings really!
      ~Carolyn

  • Heavens Child
    April 2, 2007

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    Hmm.... not quite sure, it's hard to fiqure out what it is you're trying to say... and the title doesn't lend any assistance, but the words definately draw you in.

  • Natasha Bradich
    April 2, 2007
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    I read this quite a few times in a row and I just can't quite figure what it is your trying to say... but was so intrigued that I had to read it over and over.

    I'm going to bookmark this so I can keep coming back to this because for some reason I really am drawn to these words .....

    • PetrifiedAfforded
      April 3, 2007
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      wonderful about words is one thing/

      Amorphous (not by wilting lines?),

      Thanks for trying to get to know this work though you might have proven it unaccomplished, ha-ha.

      It was a snapshot spice of extra comfort given through what we could be eating outside instantaneous pretty taste. The first was a crossover thought from wigs being considered for donation at salons, while I had a scallion with a very hairy edge that would help cancer by the comb of prevention for those patients so to speak not to be forgotten. Hey, I think I'm back on track of the inspiration to go back in the piece. Thanks for being attracted but needing me to talk more per se.

      The second part of the table poem had my logical smile that called this poetry humor somewhat. It was with great amazement I tasted something so sweet that was grown and so far from the dirt apparently it made me laugh at the diiference, the yellow fruit was produced like sunshine from a dark night. Odd, but so powerful was that delicious line-up of feelings. I'll try to play weith it for clarity maybe. I hope I don't ruin the subtle interest however, lol!

      Thanks very much, again, and I'm curious to get over to your writes soon as I can. I'm supposed to be leaving AP but I'm a slowpoke about that!

      1:45 twirled a tomato like a dress in disbelief it looks good all over... no produce sticker and neither a rough spot -- I know I'm homebound too much with food considering this is the topic after yesterday's freshness for focus!
      ~Carolyn
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