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Artisan of Qualm
Contributed by
gregf
on
Friday, 25th November 2005 @ 11:41:31 AM in AEST
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Her disquieted face, like a photograph,
with hyperborean defiance rests
Now in the silent water, her body floats
as the moon breaks its reflection
The artisan of qualm with trepidation
had befriended her soul.
Her panting love for terse blotches he traded.
And as the orchid of hope closed its gates,
her escape from the ecclesiastical supremacy
gave way to her veneration of darkness
Over a drop of water, her memories sobbed.
The voices of demise declared their fidelity.
Eyes wide open, achromatic, through the murky water,
furiously banging on the stranger's door.
Now the moon and the frost with disdain say goodnight.
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gregf
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2005-11-25 11:41:31]
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Re: Artisan of Qualm
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by Former_Member on
Sunday, 12th November 2006 @ 01:49:57 PM AEST
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| I really liked the imagry protayed in this poem. It made this poem come alive! |
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Re: Artisan of Qualm
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by Former_Member on
Monday, 13th November 2006 @ 10:25:25 PM AEST
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Oh my...
This is just stunning!
What an array of figurative language...
Articulate comparisons and euphemisms, which mirror inner truths and emotions.
Bold and colourful...you create portraits with each new scene...overwhelming, really....breath-taking imagery.
I simply adore this:
“Her panting love for terse blotches he traded.”
I love the symbolic references to water… it adds well to the progression of this piece.
Somehow, parallel to the soft beauty of your words, there is a silent juxtapositioning… of dark feelings?…distaste? Maybe more?…
All I know of spiritual supermarkets is that they heal and destroy.
Maybe I’ve missed the point.
Regardless, this piece will not be forgotten…
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