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Click hereBeyond the hour of darkness,
entering into eyes brimming
with artistic wonder, mind recalls
sterile eyes floating in backward lenses.
A piece of scrimshaw,
its segments, marred by time;
displays its penetrated scars
carved from a great white shark.
The slenderest thread
holds its form silently in
lullaby waves,
waiting for insight of
will to reveal
its silver earthen beauty.
Thus the artist
with a masters touch
could burnish the tracks
left by tears of trust
eclipsing my indigo ways;
who fancied an eagle of prey.
are artists in their own guild, but carvers they are not, TK U MLJ LV NV
This poem was mentioned in the Archival Review thread, in a picking through Lit's archive of over 35,000 poems.
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Most excellent; turning naked paper into stylized scrimshaw under your pen.
Most excellent; turning naked paper into stylized scrimshaw under your pen.
this really is a lovely poem
slenderest?
maybe consider the most slender
also a possessive mistake (I cannot remember where) but it should be 's
a greater expanse of vision,
as I swam into your ocean depth,
and seen the tears of the
beautiful, the silver, and the blu..
carving a place into me,
not soon to be forgotten.
beautiful. -luv2theblu.
-sGp-
Yes, a couple of near-misses, "hour of darkness" as lead line,
otherwise, killer, just killer, esp last 5 lines. Better than 100
wonderful
'nuff said.
it just worked and worked
thankyou
for some reason it wont take my ID...posted by Shamanskiss..
THIS was excellent!
Got to the message fast,
flowed smoothly- flawless.
Thanks for sharing.