the music did not travel far or near
did not touch deaf
or blind seer
it simply swirled to rest within an ear
a weary sound
of pan flute cry
resurrected by love pangs
and sorrow's fangs
sparrow-peeled patina
that fall
from window sills
and eyes
building its nest
in disk
and membrane
kinky
a song wound
itself into a ball
In a list
A contest entry
- i want to write again. by chloris.
850 points, ended March 26, 2009, 22 entries
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nice one
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Such tenderness and understanding. I am in awe.
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The host and I seem to be in the same predicament but I see that, fortunately, you are not. May your entry not fall on deaf ears.
Sincerely,
Leo Long
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How you always manage to mix the joyous with the sad, the celebration and the loss . . . your thoughts and feelings always expressed so clearly; your poem a road map to your heart. Only you can bring these things together so meaningfully.
This is outstanding. The work of a soul at peace with itself.
Garrison
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i love this, i can totally hear the smoothing out; the ending of a song here, i love the sparrow peeled patina...
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