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As If Hanging In Dreams On The Back of A Tiger
As If Hanging In Dreams On The Back of A Tiger
I hold these flowers
As if to choke the color out,
A palette of Traveller's Joy,
Thorns, and A Venus' Looking Glass
Dotted with two Variegated Tulips
Like a pair of plump and
Tear Dropped Lips
Ambrosiaed with Celandine,
A Dahlia amidst Helenium.
I choke these flowers so that
I can taste their meaning
Before passing them onto you,
Taste-testing for poison,
And hoping my words, my actions,
And my meanings ring true.
I am a terrorist of passion
Unbending in my belief that
Petals bring gladness
That
Shrapnel brings sadness
And I will protest the days you are gone
Until the only voice I have left
Lies inside this pen or
Lay wrapped around this bouquet
Keeping the color in
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Comment by: ac7904 - 2007-12-28 21:13
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Like the use of parallelism in the lines: petals bring gladness, shrapnel brings sadness. And of course I can't help but appreciate that verse can outlive and perhaps outdo physical or verbal protest.
Are Traveller's Joy,
Thorns, and A Venus' Looking Glass" flowers?
And for critique (I mean that's why we're here, right?):
It's not clear to me how voice can be heard wrapped around a bouquet of flowers. |
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| wow! really beautiful.. i really like your choice of words..truly amazing :) |
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| I am the Patriot Act of passion, I'm the eradication of sex. |
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This is absolutely beautiful.
Your words touch me, most especially the line
"I am a terrorist of passion"
It's brilliant. |
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| I love this so much. It's rich and vibrant, and poetic in the truest sense. "Terrorist of passion" is powerful in a way that I can't even describe. Great job. |
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