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Glints
Contributed by
xnoybis
on
Sunday, 15th May 2005 @ 03:23:41 AM in AEST
Topic:
oops
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Aimlessly
Drawing aim
On whatever
Becomes game
Game is everything
And nothing
In a breath
The wrold is your oyster
Rotten raw food
Smacking away taste
Grimmacing openly
Choking on dabs
Searching for something
Grabbing at anything
Read in a book
That all is not lost
Sightless paths
Light footfalls
Impressions in snow
Are empty traces
Scents of the hounds
Hounds following scents
Trapped in the running
Ignoring the glints
Glints in the rabble
Broken glass in the dirt
Started out useful
Now instruments of hurt
Copyright ©
xnoybis
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2005-05-15 03:23:41]
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Re: Glints
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by pleasantchap on
Sunday, 15th May 2005 @ 04:41:31 AM AEST
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| I especially liked the part about grabbing ideas from books and the opening lines,well done. |
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Re: Glints
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by hauntedscorp on
Wednesday, 16th November 2005 @ 11:03:30 AM AEST
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You have a unique spin going on here. I enjoyed this piece, especially the way you summed it up at the end. I would've liked to have seen this develop a bit more though, in terms of some of the ideas expressed...Maybe expanded here and there. Nicely done either way...Keep it up!
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