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Post by Ivan Carswell on Mar 20, 2008 17:18:45 GMT -5
I have a deep affection, she said, real and enduring. I don’t lose my head to it, nor will I be slave to love anymore.
It was all he could have asked for in this brave new age of truth-telling, ever more than he had anxiously hoped for;
and as far as he was concerned, it was still the same breathless madness of 38 years past, still gravidly feeding his soul… © I.D. Carswell 2007
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Post by scriptamanent on Mar 21, 2008 15:19:51 GMT -5
gravidly! what a great word for the ending of this v. good poem.
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Post by Bobby Slais on Mar 23, 2008 8:25:17 GMT -5
This is kind of twisted in a good way Ivan, the stresses created between S1 and S3 are a nice balance and makes the reader really think. Enjoyed this piece!!!!
Smiles! Bobby
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Post by santiagothor on Mar 26, 2008 13:57:30 GMT -5
I enjoyed this great write...more pls!
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