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Post by Dunstan Attard on Jan 13, 2012 11:26:12 GMT -5
Thank you Don. changes made.
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Post by Dunstan Attard on Jan 12, 2012 8:46:33 GMT -5
The oranges remain un-gathered beyond a hesitant December when all the galleys are anchored for the winter and fireplaces roar their smoke through princely chimneys where slow years promise to stay young and the storm refuses to rage on winding empty passages once full of farmers and homesick mariners carrying loaded crates to the top.
Now the oranges remain un-gathered and memory makes the world fade wickedly somewhere into the rustle of a perfected silence made out of one sudden and deafening bang.
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Post by Dunstan Attard on Jan 4, 2012 4:02:54 GMT -5
Thanks don for reading and delving into evolution and time in her constant motion, in a constant wait...
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Post by Dunstan Attard on Jan 3, 2012 11:00:52 GMT -5
The roots were once Gregorian Un-complex beyond the deep Creating alone from the silence of a salted universe A few millions of years before the harpsichord,
And I was forever in wait for her to find the right dress and shoes and smile And still I was forever late.
I always wonder what my mother would have said about it
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Post by Dunstan Attard on Jan 3, 2012 10:45:31 GMT -5
Poem superlative, thanks for this challenging experience that delights mind...may you have a good year and beyond...
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Post by Dunstan Attard on Dec 26, 2011 13:10:42 GMT -5
should that read in and out of bodies? deep poem that transends creation and captures a moment in a prsent time that is but a flash of ages
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Post by Dunstan Attard on Dec 20, 2011 2:30:49 GMT -5
loooking advertisy in the eye is perhaps a way to rationalise and to discover a new modus vivendi that has emotional energy of the interesting kind...engaging poetry indeed
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Post by Dunstan Attard on Dec 19, 2011 4:19:20 GMT -5
There is a magical peace in the state you so well describe Don, it is just that only few can appreciate the beauty of shared routine, mundane as that may be...
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Post by Dunstan Attard on Dec 19, 2011 4:16:15 GMT -5
Thanks lee, repeating a name it is perhaps an easy technique to cause dramatic impulse, but here the name returns with the beat of the soul...thanks for reading
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Post by Dunstan Attard on Dec 16, 2011 14:20:58 GMT -5
I have been abandoned by Phoebus Marieanne, And the night is so lonely without you. This sunset prosaic, Marianne, Turbid the clouds that cover tundra In the silhouette of our feeble limbs.
I have never known such nefarious stillness Marieanne, That negates the nectar Nirvanas We harvested from the edges of sudden time.
Do you recall how we placed them gently, one by one, Beneath white magnolias Where a blithe future lies across the tilth?
But wait, do I see you come into my tomorrow Marieanne, Wearing blue light beneath a balmy tippet That floods the sky with cold azure beginnings, Till a gentle night descends, And the moon begins to dance In our contented room?
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Post by Dunstan Attard on Dec 15, 2011 5:34:37 GMT -5
great topic expressed with such emotion that the flow is robust and solid with little mystery yet superb contrasting imagery
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Post by Dunstan Attard on Dec 8, 2011 3:29:49 GMT -5
we are a bit of everything i suppose, only the size of the bits are not the same... the secod read came over as dramatic, propelling the spirt of the human to rise to confront the discounters when least expected...excellent expression
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Post by Dunstan Attard on Dec 6, 2011 3:41:25 GMT -5
beautifully structured in between ghotic and baroque the keeps the mind wondering about the pains of constructing big thoughts and lives within the compact limitation of a man in a limitless world
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Post by Dunstan Attard on Dec 6, 2011 3:38:26 GMT -5
you bring together so many emotions and images that contrast yet stay together with the force of a permanent thunderstorm
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Post by Dunstan Attard on Dec 6, 2011 3:36:39 GMT -5
melding visions of routine with deep reaction to greater life routines
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