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As Our Sister Sleeps
She's an odd sort of bird, our sister
Sleeps out-of-doors in warmer months
Stretches her limbs to their limits and sighs
And tries to feel every stitch of the chair's cushion
collapsing beneath her thighs.
She makes love to life's gluttony daybreak to dusk
Runs fearlessly into the sunlight and drinks in the sky
Lets the brilliant blue trickle shamelessly down her chin
And exhausts her leg muscles until the pain tastes
sweet from within.
She reposes in a garden chair faced into the murmuring trees
She breathes deeply and feeds every pore on nightsugar
And lifts her softened brow into the mid-May breeze
Perfecting the art of sleeping zealously with
quiet and ingenious ease.
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Comment by: yican Online- 2007-04-17 21:23
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| This is simply beautiful. Your choices of word is amazing. Sorry if I can't be of any help. |
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Does she bark at the moon? I know mine does.
I love the way that eating and drinking are used in feeding 'on nightsugar' and drinking 'the sky', with the 'gluttony' of life and 'the brilliant blue trickle' of water down her chin.
You have crafted this work out of a beautifully observed vision.
Along with lovely touches such as 'murmuring trees' and 'mid-May breeze' - very enjoyable, Kimberly, well done indeed
Grae |
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Beautifully sensual, luscious, and so well managed with the light tone.
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| This is good, your artistry and imagry alwats amaze me. It is writer like you that keep me from foraging into the world of the creative. I do my left brained thing only wishing I could be as right brained as you, and create the wonderful writing you create |
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