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Rumble tremble plunder slumber Love's false imitation pleasure Life's refrain a tender glimmer Written bright but growing dimmer Jeweled tangle rhyming shimmer Violet flutter living treasure On tomorrow's verse we stumble Speak up then and do not mumble "Sir, I admit your general rule, That every p...
- Wed Oct 07, 2009 1:30 pm
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- Topic: Three Crows Dancing in a Sacred Manner
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Three crows dancing in a sacred manner
Two crows crowd a roadkill rabbit One crow wonders how his ancestors ate Before the night hunting BMW's came
Queen, a poem is such a personal experience that it means, and should mean, different things to readers whose perceptions are uniquely formed by singular lives. To me, the trees are the poems, the bees the words. Bees and words go where they will. Some make honey some make trouble, others may rhyme ...
Queen, I think that it is about wanting to do amazing things with your life and the realization that your life is, itself, a thing so amazing that it should be impossible, like flipping a coin only to have it land on edge, or sailing around a star. Thanks for asking.