Sheath of feeling. Words groping to touch air.
Showing posts with label eternal forms. Show all posts
Showing posts with label eternal forms. Show all posts
Thursday, December 06, 2007
Burning Brightly in the Night
Because this poem is under consideration for publication, I have encrypted it so as to keep the comments intact and as something easy for me to find in the great archiver Blogger is.
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Woman with Flowers 7.1
(7th sketch in series, first iteration of this one) Woman with Flowers Flowers, props upholding the woman. The flowers, fragrant, imaginar...
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