mic2
Crimson Soul
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Tongues
Jul 30, 2012 21:24:32 GMT -5
Post by mic2 on Jul 30, 2012 21:24:32 GMT -5
Tongues
It might have been the dry rot oak branch, resting on a throw-rug of leaves, talking-- as a thick throated choir of gases murmur in the background.
Or it might have been the unlucky rabbit’s foot speaking out of turn-- of black gashes under pines and the dank aroma of a home, anchored in an open wound of earth.
It could have been the breathy crest of ridge, or the tattle of a rusty hinge of shutter trying to wake up my morning death-mask.
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Tongues
Aug 2, 2012 22:25:29 GMT -5
Post by LonelyForsaken on Aug 2, 2012 22:25:29 GMT -5
I like it. Especially the first two strophes and their natural aspect. It’s like you’re listening to nature speak. The last strophe caught me off guard. The sound of a rusty hinge feels suddenly intrusive. Nice imagery.
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Tongues
Aug 3, 2012 17:21:42 GMT -5
Post by ImpendingDoom on Aug 3, 2012 17:21:42 GMT -5
Very much agreed. I enjoy this.
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mic2
Crimson Soul
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Tongues
Aug 11, 2012 20:54:49 GMT -5
Post by mic2 on Aug 11, 2012 20:54:49 GMT -5
L and I,
thanks for leaving your thoughts. Glad you liked!!! V cool.
me
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