Tag: muse
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October 29, 2008 08:12 PM EDT --
Voice of the Muse: Answering the Call to Write
Mark David Gerson
LightLines Media
Paperback: 248 pages, Feb 2008, ISBN: 9780979547553
The hardest part about being a writer is accepting . . .
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April 23, 2008 02:47 PM EDT --
A night ride
A sweet breeze touches the face, plays with locks,
The car moves with the light and shadow of night.
The torn blanket drawn over by side street
The breeze becomes . . .
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November 07, 2008 09:46 PM EST --
The flight of the phoenix
Part 8, streets of a new city
The crimson lights begin to flash,
the streets of a city with their
million lives are being . . .
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May 02, 2008 08:56 AM EDT --
Sleep
The blissful sleep. The leaves of trees in silent fall.
A pair of eyes in profuse sweating. A fly's buzz.
All that dirt around us is not profaning him.
Watch with thirst, . . .
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November 19, 2008 07:54 AM EST --
Shado w cemetery
All the paths are blending towards the cemetery.
Where that old man sits on a broken chair and
pretends to be the keeper of the yard and white
memories. An evening . . .
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May 01, 2008 08:46 AM EDT --
Island
They say it is five hour's journey to land.
Five hours to see blue and green waves of salt.
Five hours for one blurred picture of seagulls,
Five hours to observe today . . .
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November 15, 2008 05:54 AM EST --
The Flaming deck
A pack of flaming cards scatters in the dark sky.
The knights, the king, the bewildered queen, the jack
with their overdeveloped gestures
dramatic eyes . . .
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November 18, 2008 05:27 AM EST --
O n e FO R Tha t RO A D
The road made of billions of words
and a quarter of his memoir
meanders through the radiance and
foliage of shadows, half hour
to cover it in . . .
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April 20, 2008 12:27 AM EDT --
Snippet - II
The inventions of do-gooders to hair, skin, teeth
Even age
Lie on the dressing table with double mirror.
She overlooks
The creeping shadow of time on the pane. . . .
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April 30, 2008 09:30 AM EDT --
Ha! Life!
The sound of an unstable ceiling fan
The window with a permanent landscape.
A buzzing noon in this cabin douses
The race of life and thirsty deaths it yields. . . .
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May 19, 2008 02:31 AM EDT --
The abused (the dust and the future)
The upturned walls of his mind throbs.
Each flash cuts and pastes scene from past.
Small palms grasp bed sheet, new and crisp.
Eyes water too . . .
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May 26, 2008 12:54 PM EDT --
Words of a sea
Words of a sea spoken in close whispers
It is an avid proponent of sky.
I wish I could lift my face to sky, blue.
Instead I decide to watch the death-pain
. . .
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September 04, 2008 08:19 AM EDT --
Travel
His class teacher.
Is he asking
a question?
Just then
he has been
traveling the world
and the world beyond
carried away by
the chirping of an
. . .
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November 16, 2008 08:54 AM EST --
Alison's Ali e n Cat
A blue room with shadows hovering over
in a conspiracy mellows itself in
this Sunday morning. The feline do not like . . .
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July 12, 2008 03:10 AM EDT --
Pill s
Sounds of a crow, incessant rippling through the wind
Let her know how much more loneliness can there be.
She picks up the knitting and stumbles at the door
Of memory, . . .
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September 15, 2008 08:01 AM EDT --
Two lesbian worms
(To Aeleen whose informative article inspired this)
The callings from the cloud have brought them out.
An undefined joy prevail senses and cautions.
Monsoon . . .
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October 08, 2008 11:43 PM EDT --
Long
A touch sometimes crosses a long distance.
Touching the marble, she feels it again.
It is like a field of enormity
rests in between. A cold paddy field that rests
after its prime . . .
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November 11, 2008 06:40 AM EST --
Tropic of cancer
( To John Beck who could have written this better)
The burning carbuncles cruelly smiles.
They have the faces of assassins, broad, witty,
sharp, . . .
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November 14, 2008 07:26 AM EST --
The flight of the phoenix
Part 11_Teacher
"It is a teak. Look." The guide mutters.
The verdant tropical forest is
intensifying with a soft hum. . . .
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April 28, 2008 11:31 AM EDT --
= a path through these days =
The curse of a dead bird on the footstep.
Stop to stoop over the dead-life.
Horizon full of death is exploding,
See the gust of unfaith it blasts. . . .
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