Tuesday, March 24, 2009

Untitled V

Placid glass lake
Flying edged stone
Breaking water
Ripples ringing out

Coasting love
Flying jagged words
Breaking point,
Collision love-threatening injuries.
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5 comments:

  1. Wait. What?March 24, 2009 at 10:10 AM

    I have known that love...

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  2. ShadowMarch 24, 2009 at 12:20 PM

    this kinda love can be so compulsive...

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  3. Michelle D. ArgyleMarch 24, 2009 at 3:51 PM

    Oh, this is lovely! *flying edged stone* is my favorite line. :)

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  4. suzMarch 25, 2009 at 8:36 AM

    Cat, Shadow, and Lady G., thank you for your comments. I was and still am very unsure about this one ... so if you can think of any changes that would make it stronger, it would be appreciated.
    :-)

    thanks again! suz

    p.s. this comment is open to anyone who stops by -- suggestions, positive or negative are always welcomed and appreciated.

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  5. LarryGMarch 25, 2009 at 3:38 PM

    that was a lovely comment -
    thanks for the hand ;)

    this poem is lovely in it's analogy,
    skipping stones and collisions,
    very nice

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