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Post by PoetOfSerendipity on Aug 31, 2006 3:42:43 GMT -5
An antique bowl
empty and cracked
the sweet nectar it once contained only a memory
Inside, in faded letters
a single word
LOVE
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Post by Elle Rush on Nov 13, 2006 22:08:37 GMT -5
Epic in the way it makes me think and ponder.
So few words,
asking and beckoning questions.
WONDER-FULL!
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Post by Ken Corbett on Nov 29, 2006 19:12:12 GMT -5
The stories it could tell, the love that was in someone's eyes as she shyly presented it to her lover. Maybe the love is still in the bowl, never empty.
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Post by Elle Rush on Aug 27, 2007 10:36:44 GMT -5
This is such an intriguing piece, I would like to include it in the newsletter, POS!
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Post by PoetOfSerendipity on Aug 28, 2007 12:19:44 GMT -5
COOL... oh wait.. I mean TIGHT! This one was a different piece for me.. and I could almost "see" the room the bowl was in... and feel the questions raised. It was almost as if someone else wrote this THROUGH me.. weird feeling, but I like the result and am glad you enjoyed it too!
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Post by AquarianM on Oct 2, 2007 1:28:57 GMT -5
Time has a way of stealing the magic out of everything, seeping it away like a tiny hole at the bottom of a pond with no bottom to it. I think you captured that sense of it here.
Dan
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