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Flower Girl
By Narcissa
Clocks were ticking
Like silent movie static...
From
my bedroom window
An overexposed blur
paused with the moon
It was you
As flesh merged our palms wed
We spoke
in smiles
Our trench coats overlapped the night
As we boarded
the carriage
Central Park
Always brought stares
But the achromatic of others
Was a sea of stills
Was
it the beat in my chest
or the trot of the horse
that made
your lips graze mine?
The roses you bestowed
A stage
for spring
Illuminated gray eyes
my eyes
I declined
your spectrum bouquet
Sunshine was a plastic ornament
Displayed
beyond white fences.
You needed...
A congregation
to applaud and weep
At your flower girl
You needed...
color
Not me.
Not silence stored behind second
story shutters.
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Published on Sunday, August 3, 2008.
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On Tuesday, December 12, 2017, Cassette
(1144)
wrote:
you have a way of drawing me in like a riptide.
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A former member wrote:
I have to piggyback 'magic' on this, how well you turn words to wonder,..and leave those that read,..to ponder.
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On Monday, August 4, 2008, Aleas
(171) wrote:
Take it to the man.
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On Monday, August 4, 2008, Efamilia
(15) wrote:
*Insert standing-ovation here* For there's really nothing left for me to say. Awesome write, Kellie!!! And yes, I agree Col, come on people - give the girl a bookmark!
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On Tuesday, August 5, 2008, Narcissa
(404) wrote:
Ahhh Thanks Tim...That means a lot to me.
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On Monday, August 4, 2008, Sketso
(435) wrote:
like a story from one who has seen it all, with fond memories and sadness all together... and the most intimate touch hidden within it all. Mose beautifully written...
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A former member wrote:
this was amazing. very well done. ~ hdb.
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A former member wrote:
As flesh merged our palms wed i just love this line... the whole poem was exceptional
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On Monday, August 4, 2008, The Zebra Warrior
(1521) wrote:
agree...agree! Brilliant :D
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A former member wrote:
strangely sad in a beautiful way kelloggs. lol, that didnt make much sense since that was obvious. what i meant to really say was through the sadness there is beauty and color beyond recognition. new colors that would make someone feel blind for they have no name. what has no name most deny. dont deny that beauty kells *huggles, sticks a daisy in your hair* ^_^
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On Sunday, August 3, 2008, Echoes of Orpheus
(359) wrote:
You must be colorblind, for you are in no way colorless. This poem was exceptional though, really well done
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A former member wrote:
...a submersive write, immense with nuance and wonder and falling emotions. .. . 'our palms wed'.. .. its in the small intricacies of every.thing that we feel the most, alive, or dead. .. beautifully rendered. .. nessa
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