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Bemoaning Reflections

by Susan Brown (Age: 58)
copyright 04-20-2008

Age Rating: 13 +

Chatelaine fashion
In vivid blues
Emerald greens
Mixed media

Ivory clusters
Pearls strung roundabout
Hoopties with hidden clasps
Powder puff ball

Slender columns of fingers
White gloved
Cradle macaroon size stones
* Radiating *
* Magnum *
* Brilliance *

Her private collection
With limited margins of visibility

pouting sigh...!

Back to the vault it all goes
In her personal prison of rock she calls home
Locked away
Until spring thaw
Calls out her name, once more

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        10-20-2008     Eric Gasparich        


Following the clues from the others, the Lady would be nature with her treasures revealed and occulted in their turn. According to the prison of her cyclical destiny, the great princess seems in prison lying. But no matter.

The gems will come out again and again. As Chesterton says, the sun rises day after day, not because it is dead, but because, like a child, it is so full of life, it can say "lets do it again," and never tires of it. Only dead or dying things have no strength for repetition.

Very nice work.

        08-30-2008     Brooke Marquette        

amazing wonderfully written and put together...a joy to read. I love how you described was so unique and different...really, just brilliant. I LOVED IT!!! Keep up the beautiful work~

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