 Anjeni Windsinger 2005-03-31 . chapter 1It's so easy to get lost in this poem - the raw emotion and vivid imagery just grabs at you. Your diction, again, is brilliant and I really admire your use of words. I love, love, LOVE this poem. Amazing work! |
 Manuel Fajar 2005-02-15 . chapter 1upon sky’s magic traces drawn i’ll fly,
cerulean mystery that still endures,
‘til no more love’s turquoise kisses make cry,
poor heart that so abused ill yet perdures,
romances and illusions that fast fell,
when pierced magic chromatic bubble love,
bursting apart with noises & no yell,
whilst white downed messenger of peace—a dove,
enchanted by Spring melodies aloft,
went round high clouds—flew time’s perdition,
as mind when reverie doth come does oft,
allowing naught,—even love’s sedition,
for in that shimmering bright delight—time,
i know there remains yet your love’s true prime. |