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Alchemy (Free verse) by Anemone []
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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Posted: March 16, 2002 1:19 AM PST; Last modified: March 16, 2002 1:19 AM PSTWeighted score: 5.8163247 Overall Rank: 1648 Comments:
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anonymous @
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9-Jun-01/12:40 AM
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I like the concept; the rhythm could use some work. trying to be too dramatic.
interesting narrative -- but has a heavy handed, didactic feel
The first 4 lines make a better pome than the entire
The sadness is evident, I think it kinda depressed me a little. :o)
a well-thought statement but the execution could use a fair amount of work -- the words need to loosen up some, sound less forced...
Forth form crap!
not a poem
maybe part of a story 198 view(s)
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