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Hugely beautiful as ever, Marta...
posted by
teddypoet_TheGoodByeFade
on April 19, 2010 at 8:14 PM
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Rocks have an endless fascination for me. They are so ageless and each so different. They lend well to written works--poems, song lyrics, stories. Your poem here is a good example of that.
posted by
TAPS.
on April 19, 2010 at 7:26 AM
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Dear Sinome, such control you show in not opening that door - You're so vivid in your imagery here that I was right there on top of that rock ---- putting my hand upon it. Love your poetry ~ always mesmerizes me. xoxox Elyse
posted by
elysianfields
on April 18, 2010 at 6:42 PM
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My son painted a rock forme when he was little and I had it always
Just something else that I lost when I had to run. Sigh....but a beautiful poem.
posted by
Kabu
on April 18, 2010 at 5:49 PM
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yes, many more as hope continues on! (thanks for signing up at
AC! I so appreciate it!)
posted by
Ariala
on April 18, 2010 at 3:34 PM
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Oh I am sure that there will be other times...
posted by
FormerStudentIntern
on April 18, 2010 at 12:36 PM
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I hope
Lovely poem Simone, do you want to talk about it. I feel you are testing the boundary of thought. The door you saw however is just too far away, I don't think one could walk through. Some may be carried through on the arms of an Angel.
posted by
C_C_T
on April 18, 2010 at 11:08 AM
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Simone
b That’s how I feel about the small rock that I dug up in my childhood and kept. I see all those things in it love. BC-A, Bill’s RJLst
posted by
BC-A
on April 18, 2010 at 10:51 AM
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