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Post by Cir on Jun 6, 2014 21:09:54 GMT -5
*The Dissolution of the Restless Spirit*
Flash spray of glass mist
Quick winding calm I climbed out
and laughed once for life
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Post by tarasummerville on Jun 7, 2014 18:49:22 GMT -5
Only you Cir can pack so much thought into such a small space! I could recognize your writing anywhere, you've got such a cool style. Such a great start!
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Post by zachmiller on Jun 7, 2014 20:13:19 GMT -5
The first line is so brutal and sudden. I get the sense that that is exactly what it was meant to be. In fact, despite the fact that this poem does not ever come right out and state what it is about, I think I can get it all from the words you've chosen. (I don't know, however, if the word "winding" quite rings the right bell for me). I love the incredible power of a singe, small, action that you capture in the last line - how there are some things, some reactions, that are the same throughout all of human kind, and how you find exactly one of those things to end this with, so that we all feel and relate to it. In a very few words, you've managed to tell the story of an event and tap in to the universal human spirit.
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Wk 1: Cir
Jun 8, 2014 9:10:01 GMT -5
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Post by aspetz on Jun 8, 2014 9:10:01 GMT -5
'glass mist' is great.
Seems like the end and then the beginning
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