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Post by sergosa on Jun 15, 2011 10:24:55 GMT -6
I heard something in my sleep -
A rainbow crunched
And fire dripped on the earth.
I saw something in my sleep -
I was soaked wet under this rain
And I turned myself into an ice bird.
I did something in my sleep -
I stole as much green fire as I could
And painted hell in this damned color.
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Post by heartfelt7 on Jun 17, 2011 10:22:41 GMT -6
Hi Sergosa: This is interesting, kind of cathartic. I like the idea of painting hell any color we want to.
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Post by sergosa on Jun 18, 2011 2:26:37 GMT -6
Thank you, dear lady!
S.
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Post by moseley on Jun 18, 2011 2:27:34 GMT -6
Dante's deepest level is pure ice where Satan is trapped...an ice bird, hmmm, but the color green is like mother nature kissing the earth and bringing life....at least all of us green eyed people see it so....
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Post by sergosa on Jun 18, 2011 7:45:51 GMT -6
Hi, my friend!
It was just a fantasy flight.
Thanks for reading!
S.
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Post by vulture on Jun 20, 2011 23:43:33 GMT -6
Textural, aurical, fantastical ripping yarn presented in an almost "epigramatical" structure.
A minimalistic nine lines that pack a wallop upside the head of the reader.
Exalt.
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Post by vulture on Jun 20, 2011 23:51:30 GMT -6
@ Moseley, "Dante's deepest level is pure ice where Satan is trapped...an ice bird, hmmm,"
Hah! Didn't even catch this intended or unintended analogy in the piece until you presented it as such...Thanks!
"but the color green is like mother nature kissing the earth and bringing life....at least all of us green eyed people see it so...." owning a matched pair of vexedly verted orbiters, I like this romantic view...lol
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Post by sergosa on Jun 21, 2011 10:09:26 GMT -6
Thanks a lot!
S.
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