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Thoughts in a cloud above the Catskills (Free verse) by Enkidu Time to cry my fairytale to rest
Dreams of skywriting seems
To me so flat at that I jest
The words of Saints in blackened ivory braille
Fate in the clouds of late
Which infer my words with a gale
Once more a crown of lightness does forsake
Grace and narrow embrace
That atone my own vicious ache
Up the ladder:
conscience (working title)
Down the ladder:
Pity Her
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Posted: February 24, 2004 7:51 AM PST; Last modified: February 24, 2004 7:51 AM PSTWeighted score: 4.970199 Overall Rank: 8468 Comments:
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Shuushin @ 147.154.235.51
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24-Feb-04/7:53 AM
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Flows quite well in an older-world way.
OK I quite like triple rhyme, just a few things dont track.
You are crying... why do you jest. Blackened ivory -- ivory is a cream colour, why would you blacken it, especially for use as braille. The final verse. 230 view(s)
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