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Fog City
By glasshouse
Some how predict
My fatal flaw.
Fog City demise.
The long, slender arms
Of candle's flames,
The embrace of lover's eyes...
And bring me warning.
I'm unadorned
And drawn to the extravagant,
The lavish, the ornate.
A poet's heart
Romanticized,
A canvas to create...
And i am....blinding
The smog of poetry
Makes a lovely back drop
Out of the dead and dying
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© 2007 glasshouse
Published on Thursday, August 2, 2007.
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On Wednesday, December 27, 2017, Cassette
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wrote:
really enjoyed that ending...
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On Saturday, October 2, 2010, jonLyndon
(113) wrote:
"A canvas to create." ... still... this remains an incredible poem: the embrace, the smog & of course the fog... a love-flow out of a fatal flaw. Brilliant!
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A former member wrote:
"A poet's heart
Romanticized,
A canvas to create..." Sometimes poems are just poetry; words like colourful paints splashed on art canvas boards. This could be a love poem, it could be merely the art of poetry. I have my thoughts, but in the end, I like
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A former member wrote:
...it: "The smog of poetry" - the city in fog; the soul in smoke. Nice.
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A former member wrote:
Imaginative and well written. I like the word play that you used in this. Very much a great piece of poetry.
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A former member wrote:
fantastic ending. ..mayhap a call for the reclaiming of romanticism and less destruction in words. . .? in that we use our wounds as words too much, a somber eloquent piece. .
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On Thursday, August 2, 2007, Bella Butchery
(696) wrote:
this was simply beautiful... makes facing the day easier somehow.
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