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HOOD AND WOLFIE
how the bodice
black encompasses
your warmth
the red velvet
against your dark brow
and pale eye
we can feel the stream beneath
our bridge in forest dark
and hear her whisper
how its been Ive missed your
hands upon my coat
your words against my ear
in our glade
in our time
I wait
forever......
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ziggy
Wed, 2011-02-09 13:56
"how the bodice
"how the bodice
black encompasses
your warmth
the red velvet
against your dark brow
and pale eye",,,,,,,,,,,,hi I really like those words,,,,,,,,,,," how its been Ive missed your",,,,(I've)
when I saw the title I thought this might have something to do with neo's own hood stranger lol
,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,zigs
I salute anyone who breaks the rules in the interest of art and great poetry writing just as much as I admire poets who craft meter and verse within the confines of good grammar. Walk the tight rope or jump from it and see if you can fly.
Nordic cloud
Wed, 2011-02-09 14:59
Ouch
Ouch
the stitched searing sound of the love
is in the air
as the stream whispers
and the coat of fur thickens
in the damp of past fires
that poignantly smites
your(our) consciousness.
Superb as always Steven,
love Ann.
"The image of yourself which you see in a mirror Is dead,
but the reflection of the moon on water, lives." Kenzan.
Esker
Thu, 2011-02-10 16:11
old lost muses and love faint like echos like rain kisses
mist beneath the lantern beneath the electric sodium glare
library only now
alone living now
time for thinking
reflection
postulations on the what can be
and all entwined are the trails
and paths
of the Museland Lair
articulated turns
and turrets of ruin
the moss drips
the creek speaks soft
the silence roars
author commentloved
Thu, 2011-02-10 16:47
Very beautiful
Very beautiful
Words soft and serene,
They all say
I can never write poetry
As clean,
But I shall not abandon
And give it another try
I can't say why,
But I shall continue
To fly,
As high
As the embellished sky
loved
lou
Thu, 2011-02-10 20:44
Gorgeous
Imagery is fab, cant fault it.
Love lou
Stand tall, be proud to be who you are, give the world the finger!!!!