like a bended plastic ruler against a wall,
she moves her footsteps with a twisted look
in Paris Queen Elizabeth's Garden,
and she is consuming nuggets of metal
of some type of dark tunnel,
and above that, there is high wire bridge, surrounded by faces
of middle age, carrying a message
of hunger, and firm emotional anemia.
force inherits the place of Boston,
her vision is pretty crystal clear,
unknown tomorrow,
yet known to conquer odds thost
thoughts in indiscretion.
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18 comments:
love the mystery of this, and the way you paint a vivid picture at the same time...
-robin
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a lovely write on a lady who seeks hope and light.
happy rally.
'yet known to conquer odds' deep mystifying thoughts...woman in a shadow but powerful...
A little too obscure for me, but I did like the feeling of a medieval time.
brave, good poem.
promising poem.
keep it up.
Mysteriously interesting. Well done.
Cheers!
implicit and powerful.
enjoyed the imagery
winsome.
mindful lines, well done.
handsome...
incredible in many ways in emotion and imagery.
handsome.
:)
love this,
a loner and a strong survivor.
deep and talented words.
This has a classic feel to it.
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