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return to calm
Contributed by
colette
on
Thursday, 19th December 2002 @ 07:20:00 AM in AEST
Topic:
oops
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her life
is a neverending
counterbalance
between emotional extremes.
inevitably passions flare
streaks of brilliant yellow against a cobalt sky
tearing through the fields of sunflowers
blueyellowblueyellow.
thunderstorm on the prairie.
stillness gives way to a
sizzling electricity
clap of thunder
torrential rain falls in sheets.
release.
in the end
she searches
for the elusive calm.
the quiet of the snowfall
in the early morning.
hush.
perfectly
still
silent
slumber.
rocking her daughter to sleep
whose tiny, clenched fists
open
like a flower.
Copyright ©
colette
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2002-12-19 07:20:00]
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Re: return to calm
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by GEQUETSCHT on
Thursday, 19th December 2002 @ 03:29:27 PM AEST
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awwwwwww. thats seems to be the only way that i can express this poem. lol.
bis spater
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Re: return to calm
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by OreO on
Thursday, 19th December 2002 @ 08:34:40 PM AEST
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The visuals you have given in this poem are sooo beautiful...rocking her daughter to sleep whose tiny, clenched fists open like a flower...that is so so so soooo pretty....thanks for sharing this one i enjoyed it alot...
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Re: return to calm
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by Former_Member on
Friday, 20th December 2002 @ 03:20:38 AM AEST
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This person sounds strangely familiar to me.
No, but seriously, thanks for all the advice on escaping. i think I'm going to go with the pole vault. The next time he opens the cage to refill my dish with those friggin seeds, I'm going for it. on the way down I'm gonna peck the bastard in the eye and poop on his papers.
I'll call you from Nevada.
maybe we can hook up. I'll wear a feather in my hat.
Love,
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Re: return to calm
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by colette on
Friday, 20th December 2002 @ 08:25:52 PM AEST
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hmmmm...desmond is off to vegas without me...sob....off to join le cirque? gamble on a new cage with a built in escape hatch?
ciao bello,
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Re: return to calm
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by Wrybod on
Friday, 30th January 2004 @ 11:10:34 AM AEST
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Some images appear elsewhere in your work except the last verse
which was magic
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