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a word
Contributed by
eshine
on
Monday, 11th January 2010 @ 01:31:19 PM in AEST
Topic:
abstract
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I’m wrapped into words
I consume them
I feel it
Reap it
Dig it,
I’m made up of words
Words that tear you
Small particles
And ones that slice you,
Pieces you might never find
Peace you will
But in a sense you are it
Everything
A puzzle made up of it,
You are
A soul,
And no one can put you in order
You are what you seek
In the wind you grab it,
Words that make love to you
And ones that rip into you
But in the end
You are
Eternal
You are
In any way,
What you chose,
A word
I happen to choose...
Copyright ©
eshine
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2010-01-11 13:31:19]
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Re: a word
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by Former_Member on
Tuesday, 12th January 2010 @ 01:55:14 AM AEST
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I have been known to say a poet / a poetess has a way of putting words in such a way, it intrigues, amazes, and makes one smile...or cry. Some definitely have a natural knack. I think this poem conveys that feeling very well.
Thank you for an enjoyable read.
Tim
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Re: a word
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by spud on
Tuesday, 12th January 2010 @ 08:35:21 AM AEST
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Hi
What a unique way to describe the effect and
magic of words!
Well written.
Tommy
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