I learn her language
and she teaches me how rain gets wetter
as words grow more familiar
how the spaces between a shape
and its shadow are never empty
merely unnoticed
how a tentacle, lost in the deep dark water
can reach enough to be held
and how all this needs no courage
just a willing sigh and patient skin
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she, with her words,
a 1000 years older than midnight,
each one holding a secret
she says only I will know.
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A contest entry
- Junk Poetry. by girl shaman.
5500 points, ended November 16, 33 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think (Critical Honesty Appreciated)
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this with a depth of love ... extraordinary ... first stanza of final canon is a perfection of expressed love and adoration that goes beyond the boundary of skin from the first canon so finely expressed ... this poetry is simply inspiring
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i really loved the line about being 1000 years older than midnight. i don't know what it is about that word but it sounds great when used with the right image. and you've done splendid on this, it's a beautiful poem and i can't really find any suggestions
sorry! but thank you for entering 
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Keep brewing these words because we all drink them in
C
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Wow. It's like reading a memoir without all the details. This brings me back to the times when I used to read about slaves on the planes singing and telling each other stories about the homeland and freedom. Some of those stories are still being told today, and many people still remember them, all because of a spoken word. Beautiful. Great thoughts.
-->pia♫♪
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Oh this is lovely! Happy looks good on you!
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someday, I hope you'll share them with me... sighs. Excellent musings, I agree with wanda.
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"critical honesty" - I shall repeat myself yet again. Publish. You're just too damned good not to. Ask your Love. I'll bet agreement ensues. Good luck in the contest, my Friend. 
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