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Tied in a field
of cornhusks -
our dancing eyes glare
against each other's thoughts,
as minutes ballet into swan's lake.
Our star tirelessly waited
for words to slip out of tongue
and into the shed of a moment.
The rays of the sun asked
a favor for clouds to cry happiness,
and bodies ran
meeting a soul half way
underneath a hut
of bamboo roofs.
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Still editing and a few words from a reader won't harm 
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A nice poem that you have written here.
-Nam
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There are always rich images and feeling evoked from your poetry. Thank you for entering the contest.
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like Nicolette, I like how you used ballet as a verb...this is more like a pas de deux and I like how you used 'swan's lake' as a metaphor.
The rays of the sun asked
a favor for clouds to cry happiness,
I love these lines a lot
they glorify the whole experience
of what you wrote
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i love this, i have missed your poetry so much
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What a lovely metaphorical poem and the continuity of the metaphor was done so very well. I love the way you've applied "ballet" as a verb here, Hensley - wonderful!
And so good to see you posting again, my friend!
~ Nicolette
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