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Excellent!
This is excellent Sam. You're a gifted soul. Write some more.
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Rotsen
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November 8, 2008
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Hi. I'm over it. Now that i know it's silver (...Oh my, a whole other set of identities!....lol)...I do like your sense of rhythm and chant--iambic pentemeter?
John
posted by
jfm32
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November 7, 2008
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My dear Shelly
I found this to be so very profound, insightfully emotional and yes the dream must never be allowed to fade; excellent indeed my friend; many blessins for a beautiful weekend and thanks always
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mariaki
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November 7, 2008
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Love needs no sense ........... Lovely poem indeed !
posted by
afzal50
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November 7, 2008
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A most lovely poem heightened with the rhythmic repetitions done with so much ease and mastery. Dreams, too, are a reality of our consciousness when we are unaccompanied with the feeling of the "I", and they oftentimes prove miraculously healing.
My eyes, haha, seems to be 'opening', a bit slowly though, like tubelight. to you and yours... from my distant shores.
posted by
Bhaskar.ing
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November 6, 2008
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Shelly
Our dreams survive sometimes they survive
us...
posted by
Nautikos
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November 6, 2008
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We will survive
posted by
lustorlove
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November 6, 2008
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Fantasies beat monotony...well-done! - Ash
posted by
ash_pradhan
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November 6, 2008
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Don't know why I quite like this one, but I do. I think it's the rhyme that loads the couplets of my understanding. I'm still, not quieted, but depressed with battleship grey. Brings me back to '66 and my 2 months in Norfalk. It was winter, so the sun wasn't always shining. I know this color well because it was one of the lowest points in my life, and I think this is where I found my spiritual drag-pole: for this is where I entered the spiritual state of eternal monotony.
When we're in this state, it looks like forever, and this is not dissimilar to the inbetween state of rubbing two rocks toghter. If eternal monotony is the inbeteen state of our being, then why are we here, experiencing this?
Is there a task different of who we think we are, and what we must become? Now I'm back into battleship grey, standing at my post, wondering how I am, and what I must become.
posted by
jfm32
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November 6, 2008
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A very nice villanelle.
posted by
TAPS.
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November 6, 2008
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I love those styles
in which you use repetition so cleverly. Another great poem
posted by
lionreign
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November 6, 2008
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it sways back and forth, very rhytmic
beautiful words, too
posted by
Luz_Briar
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November 6, 2008
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I honestly don't know how you keep coming up with these great poems
sad and introspective his last one. I really like it.
posted by
muley12
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November 6, 2008
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I love this Sam!
posted by
Bel_
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November 6, 2008
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There is a balance in dreams and adventure here, great poem sam.More please!
posted by
merkie
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November 6, 2008
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Such a nice way of writing about the adventure of living and taking chances. Giant!
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auslander
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November 6, 2008
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