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V I O L E T * C A S C A D E * F O N T
spacial
lows
the seperate
apex
like a soulful fulcrum
under stress
the delicate
music
of this flex
calling
in its voice
of wavelength
the saturation depths
alight
If I was a comfort
in the feilds of snow
the scatter
of that haze
it was buried
drawn fast
beneath
the fury
lost chaste post
to the new age
orders
tucked neat
falling like the
orchid cold
fast of evening
a ghost of
colour
requiems
in admissions
metered
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Comments
mand
Fri, 2013-11-15 03:14
Woow
Just beautiful - intense and something to behold. What a talent you have!!
A small typo .."fields" me thinks.
Love Mand xxx
Ian.T
Fri, 2013-11-15 03:58
Steve
I agree with Mand totally even to the typo.
Take care and keep them coming, Yours Ian.T
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There are a million reasons to believe in yourself,
So find more reasons to believe in others..
Esker
Fri, 2013-11-15 14:37
a lone poet feeling the wash of the work..
admittance to being wrong
cold and involved when I could
have taken the moment
and been open
warmer..caring..softer
the windmill jousting more important
and now finding the ghosts
wounded while walking at dusk
a quiet time to appease
assuage the old wounds
an amazing time when the lights come
on..the snow falls..that colour from
the east and west before nightfall
when the first stars are igniting
Thank You fellow poets!
thank you...
lonlyhrtsclub13
Fri, 2013-11-15 21:33
violet
My favorite color other than black
The tint in my hair
Cascading in waves
Beautiful write
Amazing color
Well done
Keep Writing,
Carrie
"Quoth said the Raven, NEVERMORE"
Seren
Sat, 2013-11-16 05:53
Steven
There is a stark feeling to this one a feeling of disconnection, I really liked the ending I think it could do with some punctuation to emphasize the stanza's but its another wonderful write but we have come to expect nothing less :)
love JC xxx
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Geezer
Sat, 2013-11-16 19:21
Yes...
I see in you; the Don Q. side. Your metaphors' are spot on and I like how you link words of a kin, to deliver the message, even though it might not be apparent during the first read. I also love your comments that often explain what prompted the poem. Always, ~ Gee
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Esker
Sat, 2013-12-07 00:50
sent forth with few ideals
a stone in a sling
circling a belief
defending its concepts
of structure......