they have become marble faith:
women of little venus,
mothers whose lips wither
as if life were a dry vase
imposed by god on their
frozen bodies
where autumn looks
forward to taking shelter.
together,
they turn the world
into their ascension of feathers,
mirror each other
for as long as it takes
to learn how to speak
void
and they are no longer marble.
Author notes
Feb. 19, 2008
This is about two of my school teachers. I admire some things about them and dislike others. I don't quite consider them actual friends of mine or anything... But they have such a beautiful friendship going on, I love seeing them together, or hear one talk about the other. I can feel they have something special. I wonder if one of them will read this and know what I'm talking about.
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- Everyday Beauty....... by GodsTrueSoldier.
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the interpreter
it's like divination- you scatter the bones and read the negative space... it's your voice that resonates, not the objects colliding. brilliant.
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This is brilliant. Marble faith is such a beautiful phrase and image. It makes me dizzy. Very nice job.
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=D hehehe I like this, I was wpondeirng how it woudl turn out if somebody wrote about beauty in someone they dont particularly like.. but you accomplished it very well!!!
Im impressed an dyour style is very nice...not come across it
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wow,
the competitions good dammit
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Vivid imagery, beautifully accomplished. This poem strikes just the right tone and uses metaphor in just the right amount -- never heavy handed. Your style here is fresh and uncluttered. Very well done.
CaliOkie
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very interesting write. You have a uniquely beautiful way with words. Nice write.
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