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White

Memory is plaited
and spun - a reecho of an artist;
just a pilfered blue-eyed blues.

Distinct dark spheres are overhead
visiting my low desire, on a white day
these evening clouds - sere?
The plane is twisted silver; impearled
by this awkward dewy dawn.

Descending the collapsing shade
of an influenza mist
in sleep I sank, entranced
by the place and time.
England’s peerless flowers,
are just chiseled saints.

Do they have the ability to lift the blinds,
between us?

Touching down, I glean the banks
of this black brilliant earth.

Roses
Thistles
Bluebells
Daffodils
and shamrocks, all.





They’re burning
within my cedar heart.

Author notes

This poem was inspired and made possible by:

1) Landing in London - 3 Doors Down
2) Jaden's poem "Ideals of a Good Person"
http://allpoetry.com/poem/4663309

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  • Hebz
    June 20, 2009

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    Fianlist definitely

    Thnx for entering & Best of Luck

    GloriousGift
    Hebz


  • Frogzter gold member
    May 21, 2009

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    Oh, I love 3 Doors down! Glad they inspired this very expressive and well written piece! Wonderful penning to be sure. Different for me and that is good!

    Blessings

    Frogz~


  • penman gold member
    May 21, 2009
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    Excellent

    Such a well expressed write. So very touching. Thank you for sharing.


  • Mirthryl
    March 25, 2009

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    Excellent imagery, "Memory is plaited and spun," and "dark spheres are overhead/ visiting my low desire."
    Beautifully phrased "plane is twisted silver; impearled" (particularly envisioning spatial planes). Intriguing "influenza mist." Excellent word choice "England's 'peerless' flowers ," and "glean...this black brilliant earth." The author notes were helpful, thank you. I enjoyed ending at ...shamrocks, all.
    The concluding "burning within my cedar heart" seems to twist it again, replacing influenza mist with choking burning, obscuring or consuming previously seen or imagined beauties.


  • stavykm gold member
    February 16, 2009
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    Very impressive and such incredible imagery. Your poem was very thought provoking and I read it through a few times. Your poetic devices really impressed me for I do not know them very well, but I love to read other's such gifted poetry such as yourself. Thank you also for commenting on my poem.

    Blessings and best wishes in the contest.

    Kelle Marie


  • Rowan gold member
    February 9, 2009

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    I wonder if you need the last two lines, I liked the ending at shamrocks, all.
    Thank you for following the rules, Jaden is an awesome writer. Nice job with the song prompt as well.

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