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Read MoreThe moon on her dress corruscates my fingers with cobalt shards of icebergs, rolling fingerprints beyond fabric Tidal hair breaches the breakers down her back, the last waterfall on earth weeps for every desire lost at sea Catching the pearls of her eyes in trawls of my dilated bleeding, if...
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As always, you are too kind Mark. I don’t miss many from DU, but you are definitely on the missed list.
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This truly shows your intelligence and talent. Very supernacular.
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Ha. I’m loving “supernacular” Sounds a bit like an Oasis song. Thank you A.
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I agree with previous commentors on the talent.
I like the analogies presented in this write.
Especially fond of the last stanza…reading this makes me feel like I saw her memories
just before they entombed her under the cathedral floor.j.
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Thank you.
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Read MoreGuttering flames of her red dress blazed into the hours after midnight, where she danced on the furthest table She could have been the train window girl who peeled me from the platform placed her ticket in the pocket astride my heart, our destination was...
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Daniel Long and
Ghosteen are now friends
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Read MoreWore the devil's broken heart on her sleeve as darkening stain on unused bridal veil, filled cellar with sea water so she could become Siren and sing herself to sleep Diving from the kitchen sink believing she was swallow. Vowed to bequeath the Olympic medal to...
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Read MorePast pulses as a broken metronome syncopation of that which is ‘ere, o’er and true Trombone tomb stone, for whom the bells toll may love have been louder than bombs Can you hear colours of every drumbeat feel maudlin mandolins opening your skin?
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Beautiful. Music can take us anywhere even in the wrong direction. Myself, I love the cello and the sound of a weeping violin.
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Many thanks A. Measured out my life with song. The cello straddling a piano is deliciously sad’som
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hello dearest poet I can feel the deep resonating emotions from this poem ❤️
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Thank you Crim. Music can nail the strongest of emotions to the heart’s guts
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Dark and wonderful even if it wasn’t meant to be! Excellent write!
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Very kind. Thank you Daniel.
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You make me think…
It’s cool, I’m good at it!
I enjoy the complexity of your writes. The vocabulary. The nuanced messages. Even, a word I never knew until you shared it.
So thank you for the enhanced ability of your writes. It makes me stronger by reading them. And enjoying them.