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Post by Dunstan Attard on Aug 26, 2007 15:55:21 GMT -5
the location hopping of nimble feet clad in classical attire of the feet produces in this reader a wonderful riot of yells smells and bells (appologies to mr byron that captivates spirit in a lazy lamp light of a night that keenly resembles a form of eternity
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Post by Dunstan Attard on Aug 26, 2007 4:03:48 GMT -5
this poem helped me ruminate on the impact of anger on expression...i can see myself in it, spurred on by an angry impulse as metaphors become less enigmatic, where the graphic becomes focused and possibly less appealing to my inner eye ...structure-wise i enjoyed the beat and flow and indeed above all the sound
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Post by Dunstan Attard on Aug 25, 2007 16:29:23 GMT -5
this evening is taller than usual her fingers unconscious against the knowledge of sun
light - loyal to some un-ciphered pleasure- gathers flames around comforts of naked breasts: hearts bursting with sunset’s crimson language
a window-shopping paradigm in reverse
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Post by Dunstan Attard on Aug 23, 2007 12:20:18 GMT -5
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Post by Dunstan Attard on Aug 23, 2007 6:47:41 GMT -5
norwegians look down on swedes swedes on danes danes on italians italians on sicilians
sicilians look down on maltese
maltese look up to a god i hear exclaim
my god is that my work?
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Aug 17, 2007 10:25:10 GMT -5
Post by Dunstan Attard on Aug 17, 2007 10:25:10 GMT -5
thanks for sharing your thoughts and reactions...happy penning
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Aug 16, 2007 11:21:02 GMT -5
Post by Dunstan Attard on Aug 16, 2007 11:21:02 GMT -5
again no mail
i may purposely die or surprise myself with voice of paper smoothing bonfire on lesser hills
or i may believe in mood of sky nurturing contours of evenings with gait of polished pebbles teasing the sand oblivious to my distress
yet with their comings i delude myself
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Post by Dunstan Attard on Aug 16, 2007 11:04:56 GMT -5
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Post by Dunstan Attard on Aug 13, 2007 16:43:45 GMT -5
big smiles, could actually smell mint see head leaning as experience gazes on, knowing the end line ...
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Aug 14, 2007 16:53:16 GMT -5
Post by Dunstan Attard on Aug 14, 2007 16:53:16 GMT -5
love the poem you see zig...you prune it flowingly...
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Aug 13, 2007 16:31:46 GMT -5
Post by Dunstan Attard on Aug 13, 2007 16:31:46 GMT -5
i think u hit the nail on the head there zig...spiral, singular next to movement upwards claustrophobic, infinity in eyes unseen moving towards steps tranqil legs destination unknown?...
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Aug 13, 2007 16:28:40 GMT -5
Post by Dunstan Attard on Aug 13, 2007 16:28:40 GMT -5
interesting comment don...does domain elicit any negative vibes? by domain i reach out to the infinity beyond stars and the infinity within us that bellows like space through sharing... the word is dylan thomas inspired in this instance, have no idea why will go find his poem where he uses the word to explore context etc...
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Aug 13, 2007 16:25:31 GMT -5
Post by Dunstan Attard on Aug 13, 2007 16:25:31 GMT -5
any ideas more than welcome make it your own change etc if u feel propulsion...move it to workshop if required by rules
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Aug 12, 2007 6:42:05 GMT -5
Post by Dunstan Attard on Aug 12, 2007 6:42:05 GMT -5
when we climbed the narrow spiral, you leading the way, my stare lazed on your tranquil thighs and realized how I missed your turquoise eyes and the way they light passion among the night's refrain
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Post by Dunstan Attard on Aug 8, 2007 16:23:42 GMT -5
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