new nerve-growth
rises beyond her edge
where ancient phantoms
have fingered flesh-
burnt offerings
of innocence and grief,
cleansed
over coal-brown eyes.
a shape yet to settle.
Author notes
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- brevity by Melissa Gayle.
5500 points, ended November 25, 2007, 21 entries
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there is always so much depth within your words. still love this
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love the last stanza
it's perfectly apt, really
and the settling is the trick i think
finding space and time and everything else it takes to make it settle in the right order
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Great title for an even greater image implant.
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very deep kate... the swell of the words keep the pulse developing over this...
i liked this one for it stands on the edge of our eyes
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this reminds me of someone i really look up to... wonder what her name is? i hope you know her. i love my sis this is wonderful!
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this one is even better.
you are the wizardess.
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