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radial experience
By whisperer
drip.....
drip.....
calling continuously to its bretheren water droplets as they fall from
the brim of my hat
what re they calling for
they'll be reunited shortly in the aftermath of evaporation
blink
gratifying rain inscendiary paper ember storm
and what's flooding flows from inside
great gates of stained pearl have been replaced with iron, silver and mahogany
much prettier
witnessing the fire flicker......die....re-light
odds fish
as long as the storm doesnt stop i should be fine
let the non-light of the grey scarred skies be my light
after that let my eyes close in the brush fire lit of vehement silence
and slow smell of charred wood from my fire is comforting
broken heart piece in a scattered landscapes of unborn and discarded trusts
who do i keep
or fade from
material conjunction and return air mystics defy my thoughts of reason
let me lie here in the immaterium
i feel safe
even though im alone
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© 2006 whisperer
Published on Tuesday, January 17, 2006.
Filed under: "Reflective" and
"Poetry"
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On Friday, July 24, 2009, tinkdarkchyld
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wrote:
~smies impishly~ well, i did enjoy the way it was laid out, splashed out if not to trite to say....but gotta say, had to comment when i saw snowdrops snarl...not enough snarling in the world ~tips my head and poofs~
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A former member wrote:
This felt hollow, like rain puddles.. but 'drip' a sort of melancholy drum. Rhythmic and almost patterned..musical.
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On Tuesday, January 17, 2006, sIo
(926) wrote:
oh wow this paints a very slow motioned black/white picture. i love the atmosphere of this piece. the ending is wonderful as well. very soft and realistic...
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A former member wrote:
*snarls*
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