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Plaster Ecosystem
Contributed by
xHeathenx
on
Saturday, 7th February 2015 @ 05:08:28 AM in AEST
Topic:
abstract
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Picture a cast of pale plaster
Unique with contours and colors
Soft primary blues
Sharp primary reds
Physique completed with
A top-oriented dome
Yellow-orange light shines from the sun
Dim remnants reaching in well-received
Startled moths seek the luminescence
Fuel for the drive of their behavior
They crash against the walls
Using all their might
The insects ultimately fail
To escape the artistic prison
After the sun recedes
Reds and grays seep in
The nocturnal winged-creatures
Rush for the bottom of the posterior
To flee, do something at least
Anything but stand still
These fleeting beams of lights
Are ever cycling
Disturbing the peace
Of the plaster ecosystem
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xHeathenx
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2015-02-07 05:08:28]
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Re: Plaster Ecosystem
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by deadheadpoet on
Saturday, 7th February 2015 @ 03:03:37 PM AEST
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| Wow. Just wow. Your imagery was fantastic. Great write! |
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Re: Plaster Ecosystem
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by Former_Member on
Saturday, 7th February 2015 @ 11:09:40 PM AEST
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you know, no, you can't how could you,
But I just read your poem after a rain storm
I was in my backyard this night and could
see the big dipper and well sadly that is an unusual site where I live.
Artist who draw or paint like to sometimes sit out in fields all day long adjusting for natural lights and the changing shadows
Your poem evokes the changes that are seen on a different level, those magical sites seen by smaller creatures
This reminds me a little of Burroughs yet not
awoken
Colors are things, like a magical forest shrinking before ones eyes
Colors are hope and wisdom and piety
Colors are romanticism's filled with expression
of light
This is very nice. I enjoyed reading it.
Thank you!
Peace! |
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