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Post by A on Feb 13, 2006 11:47:56 GMT
Dawn.
In the glistening luminescence of the moon, Pale and fragile as petrified silk, Filigree tendrils of reverie Advance, intrepid across the sky.
Prone and vulnerable To the onslaught of the sun, Still the nightly quest repeats. Casting webs of brittle hopes and shards of desire Amongst the glittering stars.
The tensile beauty of flickering fantasies is mesmerising. Delay the daylight. Hold off the dawn. Dream.
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Post by palindrome on Feb 14, 2006 1:01:56 GMT
Hey I can appreciate what you're trying to do here. I like the association of the sun and daylight with reality, and the night and moom with dreams and fantasies. I think you should use this in a story or a larger series of poems, because it would be really useful and effective in a scene with a character who can't face the world, or is waking up in a prison cell (with a view, of course). It's good on it's own, but would be great if applied in the right situation. :-)
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