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The budding poet
The summer died in his bed
The winter now in his boots.
The poet like an egg is laid
Now the poet is hatched
But the poet is still in the egg,
Sucking big black breasts.
The poet studied,
He studied the book of genesis
And now he sees revelation.
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| nice work of expression kenny, good use of figures of speech |
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| Excellent! |
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Comment by: - 2007-09-10 00:38
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I really liked it...
very unique style |
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Your lingual images are poetic indeed; like personifying summer and winter, both in the same boots. There is a sense of timelessness here: the poet both out of the egg yet still at the breast ... the sweet Earth herself, mother, lover, and finally, our slayer. The poet sailing through it all, seeing the beginning and the end.
And you do it with better pictures and in few words. |
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Enjoyed this powerful meditation on the evolution of creative consciousness.
Skylarking Aberjhani |
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