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Stone Man
Contributed by
In_a_While
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Monday, 4th April 2005 @ 12:58:58 PM in AEST
Topic:
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From flesh become stone
clouds gather to sea
what monster has grown
depression in me
chip stone from my face
reveal what's concealed
a smile in its place?
or a burning black field?
I'm worn out from the storm
my features are fading
stone's not reborn
so why am i waiting
are statues soul-less?
am i a stone fate?
Who's love could true hold this?
While i sink in a lake...
Copyright ©
In_a_While
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2005-04-04 12:58:58]
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Re: Stone Man
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by lostinmyself on
Monday, 4th April 2005 @ 01:01:12 PM AEST
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Oh my, I love this.
What a lovely thought...of being a statue.
I adore that first stanza.
Great write,
Phil |
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Re: Stone Man
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by xtremcalibur on
Monday, 4th April 2005 @ 01:03:42 PM AEST
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| Quite an imagination. I often seek out writes such as yours. Very different and enjoyable to boot. |
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Re: Stone Man
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by Rakerman1999 on
Monday, 4th April 2005 @ 01:53:35 PM AEST
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This one makes you think...
I liked it :o)
well done
Larry |
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Re: Stone Man
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by reflections on
Thursday, 7th April 2005 @ 11:02:02 PM AEST
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Your ability to add life to your thoughts is a plus sign for your talents. The subject itself is unique, and the way you handle it shows imaginative genius.
Try, as I did, I could never get seriously wrapped up in the picture you were trying to put across. I just kept thinking of what birds do to statues, and could never picture myself as one. Maybe I should have got off the mower a couple of hours earlier.
Cheers
John
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