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    dots Submission Name: Embrace the Sundots

    Author: saartha
    ASL Info:    27/F/US
    Elite Ratio:    4.01 - 230/393/145
    Words: 71
    Class/Type: Poetry/Misc
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       That world-is-too-small-to-hold-this-feeling feeling.

    Make the font bigger!! Double Spacing Back to recent posts.

    dotsEmbrace the Sundots

    I am curled around oceans
    and stars, ponderous with the
    afterbirth of Athena-sprung
    poetry, burying my face
    into the comfort of black holes.

    My veins are laced
    with ink, freeform words
    like clouds or desert storms,
    the sonorant echoing tones
    of limestone water in caves
    deep within the earth
    (or a skull).

    I am rearranging the horizon
    and knitting the sky
    into something I can finally
    call home.

    Submitted on 2008-02-23 00:50:11     Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
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    ||| Comments |||
    Your images are always stunning. I especially liked

    the sonorant echoing tones
    of limestone water in caves
    deep within the earth
    (or a skull).

    Please know that I do not blow smoke up anyone's ass. And that this is not a cop-out of a comment.

    If that's a failure, so be it. But I liked this one very much.

    | Posted on 2009-06-05 00:00:00 | by O | [ Reply to This ]
      I was thinking just last night that it is through writing that I find faith.

    It's an odd thing, you know, to just realize. Especially like that. Most people find faith in its obvious locales - crosses, churches, pentagrams, and celestial entities.

    Then I drop by your section here and find this lovely arrangement of letters.

    It's kind of a siren song that pulsates with what it is that makes a poet...or, perhaps, what makes an artist.

    It's a relief to know that pride (or maybe arrogance, in truth) is not a selfish sentiment I was hoarding to myself.

    I also want to congratulate you on easily dodging every cliché that this territory holds and instead communicating powerfully and effectively.
    | Posted on 2008-02-25 00:00:00 | by Fizzlethorpe | [ Reply to This ]
      And the trouble is: mud has a disliking for me.

    If one is sad before reading this ,thaat one comes away with a happy feel
    Thanks for sharing.
    | Posted on 2008-02-24 00:00:00 | by realpoet | [ Reply to This ]
      well good job very good piece you wrote
    very deep and yes don't hold your feeling in because i did it for enough years and nothing good comes from it
    but anyways very good writing
    | Posted on 2008-02-23 00:00:00 | by anguished_child | [ Reply to This ]
      WOOT!! I am so happy today, I have been reading great stuff, and yours is no different. I love the way you chose to write this, as if you are carving out your own universe with your words. Almost like the verbal cookie cutter, although I don't think you can eat it. . "Ponderous with the after-birth of Athena" What a truly powerful statement, it honestly blew my mind, is was brilliant."I am curled around oceans/
    and stars,..." It's this like that got me, and grabbed me in, almost like you were truly wrapping youself around me. In a figurative sense, that is. This is a good piece, I can appreciate this one because well, this is why I write. Kudos to you, I really like this.
    Be well,
    | Posted on 2008-02-23 00:00:00 | by EmpathicAya | [ Reply to This ]
      As much as I don't want to sound like an elitist, I have to say that we are definately a very important class of human beings. We are fools, and in our foolishness we stumble upon reality and get possessed by it. It wings us, loud speakers us and puts us in the oddest looking pedastel that this world can come face to face with. There, we are forced to speak with the hardest kind of language to speak - that of our souls. And from that place, we can shake the [censored] earth.

    Anyway, what I like about your piece is that it possess a strong degree of authenticity regardless of how easy or common it is for one to go ballistic with this theme (feeling.) You really had a voice with this one and it has an element in it that lets me feel as though this not just a reckless word-salad that you need to write to get attention.

    The imagery is very forceful. It has a very potent tongue that lets me imagine someone wanting to rip the world apart with her gift trying to fight the emotional paralysis that this world often threatens us with.
    | Posted on 2008-02-23 00:00:00 | by ANGELO | [ Reply to This ]

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