Greenwood kindling
By lenchenelf
Tue, 25 Aug 2009
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Over poolhall eye gaze,
a meshed scar marks a question
on your brow; reaches past
your glowing stub of childhood,
to dance with a minds' fire tornado.
The smoke snuffs
maddening lice tickle and thought,
spewn as a hard gasp of entrenched
machismo between fingers, gnarled,
with an age you will not reach.
edited 26.08.09
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addendum:
http://www.unicef.org/lac/Desafios_1_ing(5).pdf
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Brilliant! This is
Permalink Submitted by threeleafshamrock on
Brilliant! This is definitely enhanced by the photo and marries perfectly; extremely sad and maddening too. Well done.
Chris xx
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New Beeme wow what a
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New Beeme wow what a cracker!
This is amazing and romatic I can't
catch the moon? but I can keep on dreaming.
just like your wonderful poem from beginning
to end. No DO NOT CANCELL OUT.
julie xx (:-
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really like this poem, such
Permalink Submitted by Insertponceyfre... on
really like this poem, such a sad picture too - they fit so well together
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You might want an apostrophe
You might want an apostrophe in 'minds'.
Compelling poem for a compelling image. It could be straight out of 'City of God', no?
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How many minds are involved
How many minds are involved Lena? If it's just one you want 'mind's'.
Ewan
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Ditto all the above - the
Ditto all the above - the poem and photo are perfect campanions. Margot
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Back for another read; this
Permalink Submitted by threeleafshamrock on
Back for another read; this really is so very good. One of my favourites here.
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