These hills roil
As much as thunder clouds
Just
More
Slowly
Spelunking to the seat of dreams
Dreaming
O! what dreams these?
Message from the Messenger:
Grains of revelation
From the daughters of He?
Free like the dunes,
To be a tidal bath of sand
Unto the shores of
Polytheism
Decay and waves
Salty froth upon a bud
That remembers, still,
How peaceful water tastes
The scabbard, still, it bastes
Wastes no time to make a spurting well
Of imagined enemies.
Please tell me what you think
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Imagery was great...froth... (Im tired )
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I love all of the imagery you used in this poem. good job.
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Just Beautiful
Salty froth upon a bud That remembers, still, How peaceful water tastes....You have such a wonderful talent. Such a breathtaking poem. AmyW
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Awesome. It's deep, vivid, and endlessly interesting. Good job on this one, man.
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For this being my first time reading your stuff, I really liked this a lot. keep peening
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very very discrptive i mean these hills roll like thunder clouds that's deep. keep up the good work i look forward to reading more of your poetry.
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kind of like sitting on a rock on the shore
and just drifting in thought/dream state
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this was the most amazing poem. The imagery, the word usage was amazing. My favorite lines were:
"Spelunking to the seat of dreams
Dreaming
O! what dreams these?"
I love the depth and emotion of this. terrific.
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