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July
Contributed by
pastiche247
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Wednesday, 18th August 2004 @ 09:12:15 AM in AEST
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Walking through the thick, responsive, air
Where summer drips like syrup to the shoulder,
Shrugging in the breeze that finds the curves
To brush and leave its fingerprints –
To twist my curls and leave these little
Shell lines in my hair
Lying where my eyes can touch the grass
And blades gleam, bright against the sun –
A silver sea that caps the shadows,
Whistles to the green that lies between –
One name belies this tapestry
Of softly breathing skin
Beneath the moans of courteous doves,
Above the lines of jinking ants,
I stretch and, somehow, crumble –
Tasted by the tongue of age,
Swallowed by the ripened sky,
At last, alive; content
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2004-08-18 09:12:15]
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Re: July
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by Former_Member on
Wednesday, 18th August 2004 @ 10:07:46 AM AEST
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| I remember what thick July air is like, although now I live where the air is thinner. Nice write! |
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Re: July
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by Nazmythian on
Wednesday, 18th August 2004 @ 05:12:47 PM AEST
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Another wonderful write. "...Where summer drips like syrup to the shoulder" ... very expressive lines.
Nazmythian ~
By the way ... My mother really enjoyed Renewal. Thank you. |
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