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Ghosts I (Free verse) by timfowler
In the spotlight of a crisis uncertain of the scars of a score of collisions in a score of bars. Truth, it seems, is betrayed by dreams. Betrayed by dreams: Sad Columbine to play the Queen, in Harlequin's Charade. As rain on glass, in crystal drops experience condenses in a moment's loss. Wraithed in sorrows, long forgotten I see a face out of childhood: a face out of time; a face out of answers; a face with my eyes. The face of an angel, turning to dust. I lie on the sand as the tide of convention sweeps me away into his arms.

Up the ladder: Day of Reckoning
Down the ladder: Someone

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Arithmetic Mean: 6.0
Weighted score: 5.119203
Overall Rank: 5612
Posted: September 3, 2002 2:40 AM PDT; Last modified: September 3, 2002 2:40 AM PDT
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[7] Christof @ 195.172.133.226 | 3-Sep-02/3:15 AM | Reply
Again I like this, but I sometimes think that you're too obscure - I don't see what 'he tide of convention' has to do with what's gone before. I think this has a personal meaning for you that doesn't transmit to the reader.
[7] little_big_nose @ 216.207.132.65 | 5-Jan-04/6:31 PM | Reply
you can inturpet this poem in so amny many ways it's great
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