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stonehenge.
Contributed by
blackmarker
on
Saturday, 2nd December 2006 @ 11:59:35 PM in AEST
Topic:
LovePoetry
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Downtown, villa.
Red brick, snow-painted white.
Knurled, rough hewn. Cold-stone.
history. His story.
Repeating (history. His story.)
flows like glass, time-still.
Fading, like voices or memories or photographs,
But never this devotion.
Your smell still lingers on her fingertips; your taste on her tongue.
(You.) Your family, your past. Your history – it’s there.
It’s you. Never gone; perhaps forgotten, but always present.
Unsinkable, like ships of Styrofoam,
Flagstone and stock-still.
Whispered like fog on warm windowsills.
Gingerbread fills the air of your uptown citadel.
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blackmarker
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2006-12-02 23:59:35]
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Re: stonehenge.
(User Rating: 1 )
by catz77 on
Sunday, 3rd December 2006 @ 12:04:29 AM AEST
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sometimes being uninspired can inspire great things
like this poem
it flows
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Re: stonehenge.
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by emystar on
Sunday, 3rd December 2006 @ 01:49:23 AM AEST
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Sometimes our brains just need a rest. You've made the first step and now, Please be inspired as this is very good writing.
When I'm not inspired I read and comment other members work and sooner or later I run smack dab into inspiratiopn.
Keep the faith as you are no doubt a great writer.
huggs,
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