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    06-10-2006 Roger Crique
Well, I wonder what you were doing, while on your hiatus? But I must presume that you were busy traveling among the stars, looking for home. Perhaps you found it? This is a very interesting read! I don't think you were concerned with fluidity, though at times, there was plenty. I don't think you cared about form, either! But it doesn't matter here, because you had other plans for this piece and I must tell you that I saw right through it! You wrote this in a very unique way. There are some outstanding lines here, such as, "I cannot take the sunset and put it in a poem.
I can only smear my heart across the page..." This is a magnificent line! The physical action of smearing one's hear across the page is very descriptive and visually explosive. And, "come take me home, come take me home wipe the blood from my heart wipe the salt from my eyes
I tried too hard like a bull in a china shop -
you still have me sticking with cliches," This stanza is marvelous! A bull in a china shop! An immediate picture of a bull standing among delicate china-ware conjured up in my mind. Brute force, against the delicate and fine! That's when I realized what you were trying to accomplished and by far, you did! Congratulations, Leah, I am glad you're no longer in a hiatus!
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