Re: Silt Falling On Flowers -- Unicorn

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Date Posted: 13:28:28 06/28/02 Fri
Author: Raphaela
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Subject: Re: Silt Falling On Flowers
In reply to: AAAAGGGSSS 's message, "Silt Falling On Flowers" on 06:57:19 06/28/02 Fri

Too many great phrases to quote but one - I like the imagery throughout this poem - made me think, visualise and wonder - great when you involve your readers like that. Good work Al.

Raphaela

>The passages to her heart
>were scared with stalagmite
>columns
>that hung
>to the floor, calcified
>
>other forms of rock sought
>to claim every other crevice its own
>
>Boasting to hollows
>they would succeed ..
>
>tender echoes of voices
>that drifted corridors
>
>Her own emanated
>from her heart, with echoes
>heard only below, life
>in the chamber, where all else
>just never too place
>
>the constant shuffling of cards
>by candles, that flickered intensely
>in only darkness there
>
>With walls thick, steel drunken
>granite and windows so long
>ago
>vacated
>
>finding escape to grounds above
>the dirts of memories through looking portals
>no one had
>passed through, along with all
>the overgrown flowers
>that no one kept
>a secret
>
>Stalagmites readily formed, once
>again to cage and capture the hole
>of all air passages, they the last
>bit of remembrances that
>she alive or whole
>
>whispers always glancing
>bottoms
>silt falling as flowers
>to a waiting earth

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