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Alchemy

Member since 2001 · Posted 16 Mar 2002 · 7 comments

[] Alchemy They said her brew was of a different sort They said she was a heathen When they became well They forgot, it was her brew that healed them She would stand watching, chanting words quietly As they breathed the scent, That lent themselves so sweetly, The herbs she mixed herself From potions upon her shelf For their well-being She was the one of ancient times Forgotten as the brainchild Of curatives sustaining life That started the world of healing Maria? Anemone4me1

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7 comments

[1] anonymous 9-Jun-01/12:40 AM Reply

I like the concept; the rhythm could use some work. trying to be too dramatic.

[1] anonymous 15-Jun-01/12:43 AM Reply

interesting narrative -- but has a heavy handed, didactic feel

[1] anonymous 2-Jul-01/8:17 AM Reply

The first 4 lines make a better pome than the entire

[8] Owner of the Sky 11-May-02/2:53 AM Reply

The sadness is evident, I think it kinda depressed me a little. :o)

[2] nentwined 14-May-02/1:44 AM Reply

a well-thought statement but the execution could use a fair amount of work -- the words need to loosen up some, sound less forced...

[1] anonymous 19-May-02/8:28 AM Reply

Forth form crap!

[1] anonymous 19-May-02/11:19 AM Reply

not a poem

maybe part of a story