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Narcissus | Verse for the Cynical
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Verse for the Cynical. About ‘Verse for the Cynical’. Is this how you write a haiku? Ooh, perfect poet :). Glancing into the pondwater,. I see not the water beneath. Bursting with slippery life;. Nor the dark grey rocks. Looking coyly out from its watery throne,. Deep brown curls roll splendidly. Past two perfectly pink cheeks. Full lips — like petals —. Crown a smooth chin, shaped. But strange, isn’t it? How a single drop of dew. From a lone leaf above,. Falls brave and graceful. Onto this proud beauty;.
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Ekan learns to sing...: October 2009
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Ekan learns to sing. Monday, October 26, 2009. Thank you Joanne May. For introducing me to this fabulous singer and also for introducing me to Celtic music. It's been a long time since I heard anything so deep and intense. Listening to Loreena. Voice was like listening to the song of a ghost from a far away dessert. Such magical haunting she creates with her voice! And the composition of that song took me to a trance! Voice keep ringing in my head! It was so inspiring! When in the springtime of the year.
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And now, you will suffer… | Eliza Keller
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And now, you will suffer…. Asymp; 14 Comments. Today, I torture you with my own work. Read at your own peril…. Sanity is a fragile thing,. Not a thing to live in barren worlds. Flames licked little bones,. The waters came and flooded her lungs,. And I watched the rise and fall of man,. In the eons between each breath. Still, Death kissed her once-rounded cheeks. I, unarmed against the carelessness of microbes,. Am left to ponder the ways of worms, clay, and roots. Now she is nothing…no more. Thank you fo...
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brainstorm | ceci n'est pas une blog.
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Ceci n'est pas une blog. The sometimes poetic ramblings of a berry in the wild. For Bluebell Books Poetry Slam Week 3. Move in like ground troops. Controlling my sky,. And fight for their space,. But the darkness scurries in. There is no room for light,. No place for the comfort of blue,. Nowhere to run but into the storm. My muscles tense and i wonder. If will it all consume me,. Like the sky threatens to do. With each growing growl of thunder. Jun 30, 2011. Come on in,. We love your creativity/talent.
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bubbles… | Salt 'n Peppah!
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Salt 'n Peppah! This post was part of a short story prompt blog. That I wanted to attempt. All that was supplied was the photo. Hope you like it. Image courtesy: http:/ charlottesfancy.com/. Would it matter to the children that a grown woman was running through the park in tears waving her orange wand of soap in the sultry summer air becoming breathless as the sobs shook on? Would they still stare and laugh at her? At first she felt like the air as she flew as light as a clear bubble while the windows wh...
