Strata Bound Poem by Tailor Bell

Strata Bound

Rating: 5.0


All heed the dusky dankness
Folly dancing, saltdome glancing
Swirling moat of nasty mire
Sets the sun, its molten run
Of hues and odors splashing
Harsh against clear cubes of mixed desire
Thrusting orange at gates of reason
Drills the life out of our Season

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Patricia Gale 06 August 2006

Wonderful, fantastic imagery.

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Alison Cassidy 20 March 2007

Words, words beautiful words abound in this amazingly detailed piece of surrealistic colour and mood. This one works superbly read aloud. love, Allie xxxx

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Duncan Wyllie 11 August 2006

A very interesting write, leaves me pondering, thankyou Love duncan X

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Goldy Locks 09 August 2006

dammit, i saw this one when it first fell along the grapevine. & thought it was awesome! well, actually, i felt it was pretty randomly thrown together first read. but 2nd & 3rd time around i felt the dancing rhythm & i could see idea linkages— intricate illustrations. xGLx

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Frank James Ryan Jr...fjr 07 August 2006

I agree soundly with the below asessments...Stellar Imageworx....nice evenflow lineage throughout...Fine Penning, Tailor'''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''fjr

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Séamus Fox 06 August 2006

Great write full of magical images. Séamus

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