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Migrained
A beehive of weathering thoughts
kicking Russian dancers legs inside
my head while my buzzed sight
rendered you a Monet to me, hazed.
No room dark enough to shut out
The flash in my eyes that clapped
a thunder unwelcome in this forced
silence, angry gods the lot of them,
and I under the hammer.
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| Fantastic imagery. You really know how to choose your words carefully. I admire that, really. |
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| What great imagery! A perfect, compact bundle of words with emotion and structure. Well done! Thanks for sharing! |
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Comment by: IIZZYY - 2007-08-19 15:15
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| Peace- My name is Izzy and I am new to the site. I am trying to get the hang of things. Let me know what you think of my work and i will do the same. |
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Comment by: mafsa - 2007-08-16 18:13
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i am amazed at how you people can squeeze strong, powerful emotions inside a few well-chosen words. give me some tips, will you?
"angry gods the lot of them"
is migraine that painful? oh well, my mom used to complain about it. |
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| beautiful work! the flow is powerful to it, drawing emphasis upon each and every word, my dear |
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