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Submitted by conect11 on 10 June 2007 - 12:55am.| Updated 10 June 2007 - 1:55am.
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freeform
Dancing Trails
rise up
with sweet smelling perfumes,
shaping and recanting
in all different guises.
Beautiful plumes
dart through the air
spiraling to
the bigger picture.
Divining in light.
Divining in dream.
You came to me
in sweet smelling perfumes
unfurling mist,
dancing in trails,
racing into ash.
(2 votes)
Real poetry
to me is evocative, compresses meaning and uses language beautifully. This qualifies on all points, dig it. One small point, “sweet smelling perfumes” jarrs a bit, I imagine something more musky, primal,
cheers
Weirdelf
you wanted to see something you never saw before...
…and now you’re complaining about it! You New Yorkers are so hard to please, lol.
I Love This One
Make yourself proud. Sensitively—and boldly—done.
Thanx,
Chuck