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appropriation (Free verse) by nentwined a comment
dashed
against the rocks of my mind
spreads into waves
that
reverbrate
into words
that aren't words
that were in the comment
and a
new idea dawns
rising slowly over the
ruins
of the old cityline of ideas
a winged creature
rising from the ashes of itself
to itself
through
itself
and creating
a new being
gently suspended
in the air
Up the ladder:
The Sahu
Down the ladder:
playing the scratching game
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Posted: March 16, 2002 1:14 AM PST; Last modified: March 16, 2002 1:14 AM PSTWeighted score: 6.869263 Overall Rank: 281 The following users have marked this poem on their favorites list:
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anonymous @
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9-Sep-01/2:27 PM
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i loved the cadance, very lulling. it draws one into your world. i applaud you.
Phoenix gets really hot this time of year. when River died, I died.
Truly...what do we have that is really our own? Do we not all feast upon tidbits and morseld, ingest it all, until it all mingles and becomes part of who we are...and then purge ourselves of it all upon the page?
gave it a 9.
lovely!
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