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Post by Cir on Jun 13, 2014 21:53:05 GMT -5
*6/13/14 (Three "Positives")*
* You are leaving your sharp word hurried in my flesh Selection's atom bomb A weary hide ejects your proboscis You are leaving with the fear of the lord * Strong-man, minister, chairman, chieftan You leave us massacres and institutions status and surplus mines for the defense of our commercial value and the salvation of our souls * You are leaving us old boy Your hair shining like bits of silver left on the road you stumbled down right on toward the sum of our knowledge You are leaving us a presence
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Post by frodissa on Jun 16, 2014 21:56:41 GMT -5
I love the form and the way you put the words together and the mystery. It could be one person or three and I like that.
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Post by tarasummerville on Jun 17, 2014 17:51:41 GMT -5
This is great, Cir. They way i read it- you're talking about the one stoic man, and slicing him into separate and individual pieces. You are able to provoke thought and paint a picture at the same time and that's what poetry does at it's best. I'm unsure about the title, though.
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