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Silent fire

 

 

As she stood, daylight scattered,
moons rose, and the sound of  flannel
hid the truth from all but the most
astute observer.

Pain had become a friend
held between her teeth,
gray eyes peering grapes
all but bursting with familiarity.

Straining each day into motion
thoughts forced back into another time
when in a single fluid sweep
she could leap into her lovers arms.

a kiss forgotten

 

 

 

 

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  • Nangaleema
    February 25
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    "Straining each day into motion
    thoughts forced back into another time
    when in a single fluid sweep
    she could leap into her lovers arms.

    a kiss forgotten" - this is my favorite part - the past superimposed upon the present.

    loved the nostalgia in this write. i enjoyed.








  • J Kard
    December 9, 2008
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    wonderous peice. you've used your words well. did you use a prompt, if i might ask?


  • checkmate
    December 9, 2008

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    this is a great piece. i have a bittersweet feeling after reading this- your words have the power to make the reader feel every stray strand of emotion in them. it's amazing. i love these lines:

    gray eyes peering grapes
    all but bursting with familiarity.

    original, powerful and raw. last line was great. loved this


  • Joseph Hollis
    December 7, 2008

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    Wonderfully written. This piece leaves me with some strange images in my mind. I imagined an old, beloved cat rising from a bed of flannel. One whose youthful playfulness has long passed. I believe there is a lot of room for various interpretations here. Thanks for sharing.