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On coming across a field of deer one afternoon (Free verse) by <~> Snap! Attune and pivot,
Eloquence bespeaking muscled escape,
A whirling melee of grace, spryly
Sprung over tumbled bramble,
Leave me humbled, witness to their
Flick! Like a tide washing itself uphill
Ten times the white, condensed and
Tailed in tiny white flames,
In ermined retreat,
Gone! They crashed when I startled, sighting them.
Dun on dun in the decaying golden last glance
Of a January, past.
Up the ladder:
Secret, Admirer
Down the ladder:
Looking Down
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Posted: February 26, 2003 8:14 PM PST; Last modified: February 27, 2003 1:22 AM PSTWeighted score: 6.7995286 Overall Rank: 403 Comments:
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Caducus @ 62.105.88.10
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27-Feb-03/2:07 AM
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Beauty as ever my dear friend.
robert k frost connotations too
I REALLY LIKED THIS
Deer don't come in fields. I don't know what the word is, but it isn't field.
i came, not the deer, dear. syntax and you should get to know each other a little better. maybe over a couple of beers. or a rack.
Beautiful.
I love most of this but I'm confused by the last line of the 4th stanza. Witness to their what? Or have I missed something. I think I'll come back to this soon. I would also be grateful if you could tell me what you think of my latest efforts.
Horns a velvet.
I recieved the magazine today. It looks delightful. Thank you so much for everything. You are a true friend Z. and a great writer. I will give you my feedback perhaps later on the phone. Cute pictures. Very interesting blood line. Cheers.
Delightful my Dear girl, bloody well done.
as usual, gorgeousness and gorgeosity made flesh.
Glad to see you back in the saddle.
Busy and active poem ya got here. Good thing they didnt dash out in front of you. 316 view(s)
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