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Her (Sonnet) by Sasha
A face in a Sedan, a billboard’s eye, The voice of a wrong number, a quick smile Snatched into hindsight from a passer-by And skin reflected in a kitchen tile Imply Her for a wink of time and pass Out of that field a thousand questions thresh. A monk saw shards of heaven in stained glass And Isis made love from a god’s ripped flesh. Now on some girl who was last night’s best beast I grope in clement light but grasp at Her While mourning shakes a rattle in the east And time prepares me, like a prisoner. Song of the crowd, of winter rose and sun, I will retain you from all unison.

Up the ladder: After The Years Howl By
Down the ladder: Summer Loving

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Arithmetic Mean: 5.6666665
Weighted score: 5.0794687
Overall Rank: 6436
Posted: March 27, 2007 9:33 PM PDT; Last modified: March 27, 2007 9:33 PM PDT
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[10] richa @ 81.179.219.225 | 28-Mar-07/1:52 PM | Reply
Pass. If you're to write about a her or a he in which nothing happens you need to come up with something pretty spectacular to keep people interested. Purple prose doesn't cut it.
[7] Skamper @ 202.6.129.18 | 30-Mar-07/4:23 PM | Reply
Fast life, fading fast. The third stanza stands out for me, seems I can almost grasp this and then it flows away. Sometimes that's the best bit about reading anothers poems, how the meaning is just out of reach, yet there is an understanding. Nice write.
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