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Sep 27, 2012
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CONTAGIO................................................orchid dust....
deadfall
the windmill shadow
like a sorrowed hush of dusk
Decline we the
singular mulitude
swirling round the mind hive
axis
Fouette
infirmary
round clockwork
turns
while the sky whimpers
and souls burn
About This Poem
Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft
Comments
Ian.T
12 years 9 months ago
Steve
This seems like a ballet of the girl in the music box when the lid is opened and she is released to dance, but then again this whispers of futility..
Then your title of the contagion that can kill so many without a question as to who.
At least you make us think and seek many words, Thank you..
Yours Ian.T
Esker
12 years 9 months ago
actually
its interesting to see how people see..
I was thinking audience
the result wave
of that dance
all the multitude amazed at her talent
her skill
the participating wonder
then
Contagio
not just poison
but most people just see it as that
poetry is not just the first thing that comes
to mind always
I dont think anyway
Thank You
judyanne
12 years 9 months ago
now me
i read the pollution of earth
just love
'while the sky whimpers
and souls burn'
a thought-provoking write esker - as usual lol
love judy
xxx
Esker
12 years 9 months ago
life at hand
performance art I love
a friend did it part time
funding for others
it was a way of life a passion
Im just a sketchy sketcher at best
and a part time author
funded by empathy and kindess
I thank all those
for attending this poem