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A world without fear.
The wonderous worldly waves
cascade upon,
a golden sun,
a warm thought tethered with satin.
Yet the blurry edges
so belie
the world of my
starbursts of sharp steel,
razor lashes,
and harlequin teeth.
There is no fear.
Not a denial
nor hole in the sand
for which to fit my skull...
But an inner sheen,
crystal clear,
pure and complete.
It shimmers as the razors rust
and return to dust
as once from whence they sprang.
Lights sing, birds shine, and life is once again...
...fine.
The wonderous worldly waves
cascade upon,
a golden sun,
a warm thought tethered with satin.
Yet the blurry edges
so belie
the world of my
starbursts of sharp steel,
razor lashes,
and harlequin teeth.
There is no fear.
Not a denial
nor hole in the sand
for which to fit my skull...
But an inner sheen,
crystal clear,
pure and complete.
It shimmers as the razors rust
and return to dust
as once from whence they sprang.
Lights sing, birds shine, and life is once again...
...fine.
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Re: Check/mate
Mon, June 23, 2008 - 6:05 AMHi Sunkyst,
The first line does not work for me.
If I had my druthers I would make "cascade" plural
and kick off the poem from there.
The stuttering ending is also an energy drain.
I would like to see the work end on
"and return to dust."
Having said this, there is much to enjoy here.
Good job.
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