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lost
Contributed by
colette
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Thursday, 19th December 2002 @ 07:40:00 AM in AEST
Topic:
oops
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she drives a citroen
through rolling fields of artichokes
opens the window
to smell the sea
and stops at the crest of a hill.
a town of stone
built on the shore
where the monks gathered salt
and bowed their heads to get through
the impossibly small doors.
she is looking for the castle on the
twinkling sea
where she will bathe alone.
Copyright ©
colette
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2002-12-19 07:40:00]
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Re: lost
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by fallensilence on
Thursday, 19th December 2002 @ 03:49:55 PM AEST
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| wow, this is just beautiful...and i wish there were more i could say, but i cannot find the words. excellent job though. ill be reading more of yours. |
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Re: lost
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by OreO on
Thursday, 19th December 2002 @ 08:36:53 PM AEST
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That last line of this poem makes the entire poem so beautiful......where she will bathe alone....ahh i wasnt even expecting anything like that, it totally caught me offguard....and it's beautifully breathtaking...thanks for sharing this one i enjoyed it alot...
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Re: lost
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by wordsmith on
Sunday, 15th June 2003 @ 02:32:48 PM AEST
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| I love this poem. You create such a beautiful setting and story that keeps me wanting more and sharing you vision. I like the citroen and the monks. Very clever! |
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Re: lost
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by vincy on
Monday, 14th July 2003 @ 03:43:57 AM AEST
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when I read a poem where words are like brushstrokes
I reach out to express delight to the source.
namaste. V |
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