sleep tantalises as
much as touch:
both evade
circumspect, she
considers...
a theatre visit
of puppetry and dreams
and tempestuosness:
a word made up
as shakespearian
as the sea serpent
that shook shores...
you took my heart;
even Ariel
cannot supplant
i am waiting...
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i 'ave been much too long away apparently. i love the tale o' Ariel... so mych waitin'. is true that sleep, wi' all it'd sweet possibilities is like that touch, expecailly if 'tis the first touch, that want fer a soft brush agains skin... reverantly, as though... the idea that one can touch is shockin' and new... like somethin' that could be taken in an instant...
so simple words, fer so many deep thoughts and wants. beautifuly writen love.
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I love Ariel's story, always waiting, always hoping for something different. It doesn't have to be better, it doesn't have to be grand, it just has to change. I am like that too, I love small changes- So I move a lot and color my hair. (grin)
I love the alitteration you used. It is well-worded.
I'm glad I stopped by your page tonight Elaine, I've found many treasures.
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lol.. go me and drunken commenting.
I probably shouldn't do that.
ahh waiting
it's good to see your words again
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what a great opening line, it sets the tone of the poem well & makes me feel the longing of both when having my heart taken...it seems as if she's waiting for it to be brought back in this poem...nice to read you again Elaine.
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this is lovely...and so wonderful to see you writing again, Elaine....
~ Nicolette
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know this feeling sell
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Great!!!!!! Lines 6-12 were breathtaking
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