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Madoninna
O ailing Blackbird
from continent to continent
you soar –
those wings, their: flap!flap!
seem to never close,
though I know how your body
falls and slows.
Put your sleepy remains
upon my body, and like the wind,
I will lift your wings again.
Because a day less with you
will never do: it will never do.
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| It's so short...and yet so much is packed into this poem. I can't get over how much I love the lines, "though I know how your body falls and slows." It's just a beautiful poem...no if's, and's, or but's about it. :) Also...I think that your default pic is da bomb. You have some sexy nostrils. |
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Comment by: Sophia - 2007-12-07 09:15
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I have to agree this has a dreamlike feeling. Beautiful writing as always, I love this part:
'those wings, their: flap!flap!
seem to never close,
though I know how your body
falls and slows.'
The lines seem to rise and fall as the bird might, if that makes sense. |
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Hey! Since when did the Blackbird become a migratory
bird!? And why is your portrait all about your nostrils?
I shall write an ode to your right nostril . . . |
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| I liked this when you posted it on your myspace and I still like it now. Great imagery, esp in the scond half of the poem and the dreamlike tone of the piece evokes a sense of wonder in the reader. Good stuff, as always. |
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i feel strangely--lifted--and moved.
this is a kinetic, spiritual body. |
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