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Post by gypsy on Dec 29, 2022 2:37:49 GMT -5
pom-poem pom-poem pom-poem
i placed a pistil in a pond with encrypted profundity
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i trickled a drop in a leaflet with stream-inked ambiguity
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i pulsated a pneuma in a strophe with barefooted impulsivity
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hatching nymphaea in vitro with poetic petaligraphy
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Post by goldenmyst on Dec 30, 2022 5:53:36 GMT -5
The true pulsing heart of poetry! A smashing hit of word virtuosity. A classic experimental poem that sacks Rome like a Visigoth on the anvil of subversion. There is gold in your hatchling that sings on wings of air.
John
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Post by gypsy on Dec 31, 2022 12:16:49 GMT -5
This is indeed a transformative poem. I’ll leave it at that.
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Post by goldenmyst on Dec 31, 2022 18:18:38 GMT -5
You illustrate your transformation well.
John
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