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A sword… in beauty it is extending...
A sword… in beauty it is extending for it is the only attachment within the clouds in tempers louching…
As I walk across the bridge beautiful blossoms all life is a perfect blossom one fell in a imperfect way… for that my time is sorry full… I have failed you, in an unknown way… gnarled and knotted bark of the plum, I look at sitting… here considering the last poem… this samurai is done…
M~
© Copyright 2007 published
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I have a great love of swords and can feel what you mean with this poem, unusual style but i like it :)
Wendy x |
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Ahhh Louching yes, has to do with Absinthe an herbal alcoholic drink, as cold water is added to cut the bitter bite… white clouds form...
That same is produced when a new Samurai sword is made, when the clay tempering is applied And fired. Beautiful cloud formations in the hardened crystalline steal Become apparent, absolutely stunning if one can view this in person…
Thank you for all the comments are you are my favorite writers… |
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Steadily I come to appreciate your form.
I like this piece -- the sense of translation. It is like finding beauty and exegesis in the slight misspeaking of a newcomer to the language.
However I do not understand "in tempers louching" Do you mean "in temper slouching"? |
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Comment by: lucy - 2007-10-28 06:14
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| So visual. Every piece that you write. So deep, stories in so few words. Terrific. |
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