I love the simplicity of the words. The stanza breaks are perfect.
Slips of willow wander in whimsical traces on surface waters, tendrils of sea grass sliding on pyramidical glass. In a rotational sway they are...
Wow! Where did this come from?:) "and under the martian view, imbued by lovers hues, we allied; alive, to travel parabolic sine’s, aligned...
But does it seem that too often we use the guise of beauty and eloquence to disguise our deeper truths?
A paradox beyond all others
I really enjoyed this poem. Somehow you move from the merry almost festive feeling of life, to the darker essence of doom as we all leave the...
I began wondering if this really was an accident. The tone I got from the poem seemed to imply that whomever Sylvan was talking to hung up. Also,...
Regal Queen Ann's Lace distant down a dew soaked meadow, unfurls a thousand and a thousand buds to the addicted tendrils of sun. And the daisy,...
This is a crazy drug movie based on a book of the same title. I loved it! Has anyone else seen this? You will rarely encounter anything as...
This is one that actually feels good to me. I'm glad you liked it. Happy birthday Sylvan.
This is definetly one of those pieces that praises the written word. Your eloquence and appeal to language was inspiring.
She held out a hand to me, and a shape shifter in the sunlight she was crafted of birch bark where the curious shadows dappled. Lay down in the...
Ah, now I remember! Well i'm glad you got something so beautiful out of that.
I love this! I started looking around for the water.:)
"but I think the infeasible fully reasonable tonight." Succinctly put. :) And that somehow blossomed out of drinking DNA and eating avatars? I'm...
You're right. But I always find it so hard to go back and make changes to some thing that was born in sudden inspiration. Ya know?
Osiris thank you for your momentary step out of obscurity. I enjoyed pondering your alteration! Fulmah: bigger themes? hehe...Doom, as you know,...
Capturing the birth of creation in a speck of dust the nimbus of corrosive clouds sifting down to the hapless air of timelessness. What chaos is...
Congratulations for your persistance. Thanks for the comment.
Hail great Impala of the seventh cloud domain! Though they see you as a mere pack animal and a source of wool for the winter spinning I know you...
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