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To Shake His Mirror

Missing image
Embrace this pastel night,

her silent revolution,
an unkissed citation,

lips, reflecting shadow's inverted dialects,

dancing inside dreams of touch
to tether opposites
attracting;

for one is all there really is,

circle's body,
brazed in painted toes,
strumming fingers, baring mind,

levitating conscience
beyond the point
where nerve is neophyte,

skipping rock to shake his mirror.




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  • ten thousand cicadas gold member
    September 13, 2007

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    This is phenomenal. One of my recent favorites of yours. For one I love how you express an emptiness longing to be filled without droning on about it. Instead you leave, with beautiful imagery, the imprint of your heart upon the reader's mind. I love the idea of skipping rock on your reflection. What a perfect metaphor for "shaking" yourself as you have called it. I really love this one,Rich. Congrats on the gold.


  • Riftkin gold member
    September 13, 2007

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    this is great and you
    painted a beautiful picture
    with your words

    Congrats on the Gold

    Riftkin


  • Namita
    September 13, 2007
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    oops

  • Namita
    September 13, 2007

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    Wow !! This is Rich Rich Rich! What an awesome poem!

    "where nerve is neophyte,
    skipping rock to shake his mirror"

    Wonderful! Brilliant write and good luck in the contest...

    Namita