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Sept 21, 2006 14:42:31 GMT -5
Post by Cy Skywalker on Sept 21, 2006 14:42:31 GMT -5
I found this on my Fictionpress account and can't remember writing it. I remember the occasion, a little...but nope. I left myself a review on Fictionpress. It said I like the line "a catafalque of living reminiscence", but that I don't know what catafalque means. touching for the flaking paint I– unexpected lightness, ecstacy, just a glimpse I am curled in the unconditional arms of old lines, voices, I’ve never smelled your skin nor touched any texture here but still bury intimately, so later, skimming feeling densely shielded I’ve got these songs in my head over and over unconnected my comfort zone is pushed far beyond and up and down some rhyming bend. Nothing that I can touch or see the color but fall into does for sweeping up these clichés into a life rich and created a catafalque of living reminiscence no comfort in those eyes over my camouflage of pondrance my home is in a movie– just addicted to the screen?, no liege-sick.
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Sept 21, 2006 23:39:04 GMT -5
Post by eakyra on Sept 21, 2006 23:39:04 GMT -5
I think it flows gorgeously, and it seemed so whimsicle. I felt like I was swaying back and forth while reading it. The imagry however beautiful, is kinda sketchy at times. Honestly, by the end of the poem, I had no idea what it was about. But theres something about your work that always makes me come back.
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Sept 22, 2006 12:35:18 GMT -5
Post by Cy Skywalker on Sept 22, 2006 12:35:18 GMT -5
Yay! Thanks. That one....was really vague. A lot of it stemmed from where I was physically at the time. I think...! See italics above! The last three lines have the theme, which stemmed from ...well, from unexpected finding of something old in a "new" place.
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Sept 23, 2006 0:11:34 GMT -5
Post by eakyra on Sept 23, 2006 0:11:34 GMT -5
It was vague. I just liked it so much I think because I've never been more captivated in a poem, and yet so lost at the same time. By the end I was just like... wow, awesome... but... what was that about?
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