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a dog-earred search for words....
yielded
instead
almost unremembered petals...
faded
though not frail,
they fell
and
tried
to lose themselves
in the carpet's curlicues
of leaves and blossoms......
delilah contrapunctal.... yes, that's how I intended to spell it.........
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Christine Austin Cole (7/5/2008 10:07:00 PM)
You had this reader with the opening line, really. I have been known to obsessively dog-ear pages of my favorite books... to the point that I wind up dog-earring both the top and bottom of the same page, 'double-dog-earring' some of the corners, or folding pages completely in half and sometimes... sometimes folding a page half over and a quarter back, quite possibly with a dog ear or two as well - all intended to serve as reminders of some magical something found on the page and to note the variable potency of the same through varied folds. (Maybe that seems a bit odd or kind of silly - but I cannot seem to stop myself, nor would I wish to.) My favorite books are probably twice as thick now as they were when I bought them for all the dog-earring I've done. And as many times as I've picked them back up, to perform my own 'dog-earred search for words' once again, I always find more magic.
There is magic, too, in this write. Its tone is lovely, its quiet enticing and the familiar feeling it offered me is one I've been too long without. I love this. This is poet-speak and THAT I absolutely cannot resist!
Christine |
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