poemranker ::Up. by fevriere

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Free verse № 79293

Up.

Member since 2004 · Posted 12 Jan 2004 · 2 comments

Up. Out. Safe. A haven is heaven, just for the outbreath. The emptihead. The emptihead that allows the sky in. Listening. Forgession. Breathing, my respite, the feeling of green transpiration, sweat the colour of green make-up sweet & secret & terribly beautiful. Tears are coming, and going, and sea and breath And see here on the breach of things, in the centre of my eye, if you dare to look: Listening. The possible concept of a darling Love. Forgession.

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[5] Blue Magpie 12-Jan-04/9:17 AM Reply
This looks a bit rough to me, like a diamond still partly encased in the rock that was its womb, it needs a little work. But the light is there.
[8] horus8 14-Jan-04/4:11 PM Reply
Liked it.