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Date Posted: 12:33:44 11/30/03 Sun
Author: Raphaela
Author Host/IP: webcacheB04a.cache.pol.co.uk / 195.92.168.166
Subject: Re: Slow Growth
In reply to: AAAGGGSSS 's message, "Slow Growth" on 20:45:08 11/28/03 Fri

Your use of imagery never ceases to amaze me. I would never have thought of the following simile ...

'stunning; like some brand new mop
and a floor soaked'

but with you it works and even seems credible.

Good to see you again Al.

Raphaela

>It is your shadows
>that may grace my face
>lift up the curtain of life
>that harbours, brushes floor
>like game show contestants
>
>You were so bright eyed
>there standing
>in your brand new silken dress
>that trimmed the spotlights
>into place
>spoke more words,
>than we were able to receive
>stunning; like some brand new mop
>and a floor soaked
>for sudsing, did see, starlight's
>in ecstasy
>
>Pinpointed in elaborate standing
>with buckle shoes so black
>that clicked, shone your grace
>in very
>tiny fleeting moments
>set us all up
>for a heart attack
>
>As men in glass walked by
>and cigarettes dangling
>to show as some minute
>forest fire
>
>the brim of gold
>all seething; and there to be
>so within you
>
>Flowing as wind to some
>forever journey
>and eyes to capture
>lift as boats
>
>in the docking,
>gang planks, swayed
>and on there walking
>
>to clutch tender fingers
>as arms
>and a chest
>that is so well beating
>
>Pour me your milk
>that you've collected
>from stars beyond
>now too afraid
>to yield themselves
>to subtlest viewing
>
>though with keen eye
>they've spotted
>the train in you
>that shall come forth
>
>soon; with whistles
>and those blaring flags waving
>and that long choo choo
>that shall hush; all
>the maddening dash
>we see fit
>to demonstrate
>in front of you
>
>In walks of gales
>where the rocks themselves
>seem
>to hush
>and the vacuum of space
>now filled
>with the colors
>I've seen
>in the floral store;
>just that much
>
>though slow
>in its
>abstaining

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