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AVIARY GUEST
night
slender as wings
let them
sleek rest
against the
soul
and winter settles
like a dream
falling slow in motion
I can stay aside with
you forever
watching this city
becoming light
the whisper
of histories
rising
with shadows
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Comments
Esker
Wed, 2011-11-30 14:13
For all the Angels
whom have kept
routes
and hearts
from the precipice
Geremia
Wed, 2011-11-30 14:35
The imagery borders on the
The imagery borders on the sureal and produces surprising and wonderful flashes of "another truth"
joe
Esker
Wed, 2011-11-30 14:44
Thank You Joe
there are other "Truths" I have felt them brush against me!
Geremia
Wed, 2011-11-30 14:48
In October I almost died.
In October I almost died. Yes, I have seen "other truths."
joe
wesley snow
Wed, 2011-11-30 14:50
Okay, you're growing on me.
It's still free verse. It still doesn't rhyme. But it's growing on me. This is rather lovely. wesley
W. H. Snow
A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds. Percy Bysshe Shelley
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Nordic cloud
Mon, 2011-12-05 10:34
you magical magician of words Steven.
Your use of words
seduces our feelings and sensibilities
into knowing the exact atmosphere you wish to conjure up
within the poem;
things historic becoming darker
than the present whiteness,
rising,
you magical magician of words Steven.
Love from Anninatrance.
"The image of yourself which you see in a mirror Is dead,
but the reflection of the moon on water, lives." Kenzan.