Small Syllables (and other worthless things to say)
These words stick in my throat,a cold, hard stone neither swallowednor expelledas the days grow shorterwith the coming of Autumn.It's no surprise to find it doesn't matteras the winds shift,scattering...
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May I breathe now? This heavy hearted piece is full of beautifully written melancholia. A requieum for life that has passed, Summer and youth. It seems you have the gift of taking us anywhere and have...
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Hi Beth,This is *intense* writing!!!Hmm.. I know it's not Boreas, but it might be one of the other three, Auster, Eurus, or Zephyr... For some odd reason the first part of your verse strikes me almost...
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Oh Beth...Since the gentlemen jumped right in, i can scarcely think of more to add, save that as always, the strength of your poetic voice is dazzling. Felt this one all the way down---And I cannot...
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OM, by all means, please ... breathe! I apologize for picking a dark and brooding piece to post this time -- it was quite appropriate to my mood at the time. Thank you so much for the kindness that...
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