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A modest nod
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NOT THE NYMPH!
Frankly (and I am
Frank
I don't desire much
not even to leave
this musty, crusty
cave I call home..
No more shall we weep
Dew on the winter web
becoming ice crystals
dreamcatchers for the
invisible dread when
her cheeks blush red..
You, SSmoothie and Patricia
You, SSmoothie and Patricia, yalls comments are equaled, and so I respond with one comment a-tall, beauties and queens, of what it means to be, an earthling on eternity.
bananas are the perfect food
for prostitutes
I thoroughly enjoyed this
I thoroughly enjoyed this dizzyingly brilliant and serene introspection. I was absolutely entranced by the metaphorical enchantment of a dew-laden web turning to ice crystals (the passage of time) which are embraced as "dreamcatchers" for life's inner nightmares.
A stunning exercise for my imagination. And, believe me, the payoff was huge! Amazing.
I've read it thrice and
I've read it thrice and probably a few.more.times after posting this and still.concocting meanings bit they all boil down to the blushing cheeks to.which I will call a romantic line, I looked for monsters and peep holes but could find it to make sense so I just kept enjoying the maze over and over again with all its secret passages and dead ends. Thank you sir, a nod to you. A great way to pass some time reading your head but only ending up reading mine. Well played... well played!
Don't let any one shake your dream stars from your eyes, lest your soul Come away with them! -SS
"Well, it's love, but not as we know it."
I applaud the word play in
I applaud the word play in this poem that makes the delicate sound of a chime as the poem is read.
Starward
Thank you
Thank you. I haven't been posting much at all, but it is nice to see your kind comments again. I hope you are faring well, old friend.
bananas are the perfect food
for prostitutes
Thank you, sir. I am doing
Thank you, sir. I am doing as well as can be expected right now. I hope you are doing well, also.
Starward