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Voiding Fowl Geode
Contributed by
invierno
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Saturday, 29th July 2017 @ 12:25:54 AM in AEST
Topic:
insomniac
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Round. Hard.
Full of
potential.
As yet, my own hammer falters,
fears,
under light no crystals dance;
a bust,
in more ways than one.
Copyright ©
invierno
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2017-07-29 00:25:54]
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Re: Voiding Fowl Geode
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by Former_Member on
Saturday, 29th July 2017 @ 11:27:25 PM AEST
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hey man Mike,
interesting play on geology
- the irretrievable magical cadence
of quick cooling sparkly crystal that
erupted from a large hard rock / deep within
it comes forth with tectonic shift
And we live upon this thin veneer
wondering about like tiny ant
you chide no breather, says it all
in a naturalistic sense - all are truly
native habitat eking out life
under the sun
Rabbit, Run - John Updike
for a host of reason
the quagmires caused by no one knows
the truth so flat like deflated memory
that sticks close by
Just one under the Sun
the stars the mercury, the pivot
to pronounce oneself stuck
some new thing or some impossible
opinion with which to relate
- the darn fools / and me included
I really like this one Mike - hope you can tell!
Peace! |
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Re: Voiding Fowl Geode
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by JamesStockdale on
Sunday, 30th July 2017 @ 06:28:47 PM AEST
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| It took me a few reads to grasp it as I went in just to read. I did get it and it was really a slickster of a poem. Nice!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! |
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Re: Voiding Fowl Geode
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by softerware on
Monday, 31st July 2017 @ 07:00:38 PM AEST
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Only you could find poetry in breaking a rock!
The magic of your tale is that we are all rough and hardened on the outside until someone comes along with a striking blow that reveals and releases our inner beauty and mystique.
The irony lies in knowing that should we strike it carelessly, we destroy the cocoon as well as the butterfly.
Lovely.
softerware |
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