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Nothing To Hold

Waking dust of cobwebs
saturated in silence,
brewing fire, left chilled

a living spector
of a phantom life.

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  • Exodus gold member
    January 29, 2008

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    Oh wow this is stunning.
    Reminds me of black and white films and castles.
    Really a wonderful take on the prompt, thank you


  • Mrs. Serial Killa
    January 27, 2008
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    this poem pulled me in and wouldnt let me go! great write


  • suseann
    January 27, 2008

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    A reader feels the vacummous vacant mist of alone floating in a mist of hopelessness.So much is eluded to metaphorically in this brief piece. Well versed piece.

  • Susan E. Pennycuff
    January 27, 2008

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    wow, that opening line sure makes one take notice
    of what is to follow, and what follows does not disappoint. This is one profound read, excellent writing!


  • Kari gold member
    January 27, 2008

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    A phantom life indeed...I so agree with the words here. This makes me have chills because of the awesome imagery that it has.
    Well done.
    Kari

  • Gott ist tot
    January 27, 2008
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    Wow, the imagery here struck me as somewhat dark and deathlike. Good luck in the contest.

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