T. Imaan Tretchicovmanicova

I have 789 stories published in 32 collections on the site.
My stories have been read 738209 times and 22 of my stories have been cherry picked.
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the wolf at night still howls to him
a soldier's death is quick to dim,
what's left behind in shadow weighed
a breath to soul entwined with jade,
one heart is split so one may beat
a pool of blood not quite so neat,
he lies upon the logs to fire
his path they do always enquire.
`twas not the medals in a drawer
or uniforms once worn in war,
a will of steel, mind razor sharp
the ring of calm that left its mark.
he did not talk the talk some spew
but led with honour that shone true.

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"as time begets time"

By T. Imaan Tretchicovmanicova on Tue, 05 Apr 2005

violin tears drawn across your bow create &; fill a pool spirit within your eyes lament a song but do not weep for us weep for time its minutes its hour its ticking hand its inflexibilty, in its drive its motion. strike a key dark or light light or dark resonate her you, the key in which she strikes uniting time &; sound. she has learned your rhythm well please, allow her to play for you her composition of surrender to the tick, tick. the sweep of your minute hand carves time upon the keys of her piano, as she creates for you, her metronome, her time signature her conductor. `T. Imaan Tretchicovmanicova "as time begets time" 4apr'05

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"to see whilst looking"

By T. Imaan Tretchicovmanicova on Mon, 28 Mar 2005

Children's

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"creating language"

By T. Imaan Tretchicovmanicova on Sun, 27 Mar 2005

snow covered chalet two people dance on the page of piano fire ~ full round notes, she plays they pin themselves to the room fall inside, they do ~ the whole now half notes touch the outside from within symphonies untold ~ liquid sound music slowly drown the five senses rise to the baton ~ conduct the fire tongues unheard scream from her mouth creating language `T. Imaan Tretchicovmanicova 15mar'05

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"sonnet7"

By T. Imaan Tretchicovmanicova on Sun, 27 Mar 2005

upon the green, i find a tilt save for the hellibore does wilt, the slender brown mixed inbetween the proud of place amidst the green. the flexing mind in its repose is beckoned softly in her prose; the unsaid words but heard on ear in time are spoken in voice clear. the pawns are slowly moved ahead as thoughts are wondered in one's bed. listen! hear the green brown face as oftentimes they leave no trace. once on the lips, the wind does carry those priceless threads it does marry; however, on slim occasion, one does hear without persuasion. `T. Imaan Tretchicovmanicova 11mar'05

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