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    dots Submission Name: Lilacdots
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    Author: saartha
    ASL Info:    27/F/US
    Elite Ratio:    4.06 - 230/384/131
    Words: 41
    Class/Type: Poetry/Love
    Total Views: 771
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       The flower meaning of lilac is 'first love.'


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    He spoke in the creole of running things
    and wind-blown eyes,
    a sylvan tongue his father learned
    everywhere but home.

    That boy had a tryst
    with the road, and I was left
    with only a lilac
    and my own roots.




    Submitted on 2008-04-02 00:34:31     Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
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      I think this needs some lyrical aspect. I understand it's supposed to be somewhat desolate at the close but even the creole part is lacking the audial creole

    in it's efficiency it becomes a mean thing.

    Don't get me wrong: half the time I ask people to cut things down. You don't have that problem in spades.

    road-boots-lilac-roots

    I understand not everyone shares the same tastes or inclinations but this just doesn't touch me.

    | Posted on 2009-03-16 00:00:00 | by Daniel Barlow | [ Reply to This ]
      wow this is a really cool piece well written short and direct i would love to hear the inspiration of this poem

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    | Posted on 2008-10-07 00:00:00 | by Timmy S. Edgar | [ Reply to This ]
      
    Do you know what I admire most about you?

    I shall tell you - even if you already do. It is always so wonderful how you string words together to their utmost efficiency.

    I have known a great many word wasters but you operate like a computer in the arctic circle.

    Your descriptions always fire dead on and hit like fine pistons but they never, ever waste energy. They have so much force but use so little.

    It's just...amazing.

    Like sucker punches all over my monitor.

    This is vague, sure, but it really applies here.

    It's also lovely how you obviously have such talent that this isn't some pretentious art kid "trying to be deep" by concealing things and laughing at people who "don't get it".


    This is the song of trees and flowers - two beings intricately related yet fundamentally different. Travelers, vagabonds, vagrants, those who roam...

    And the longing!
    | Posted on 2008-04-03 00:00:00 | by Fizzlethorpe | [ Reply to This ]
      Again, I admire this piece as well as your lack of restraint. I think I understand why I feel a great deal of freedom in your pieces. To me, you seem to go through your pieces like a relentless gust; it's as if you need to be there and the machinery of your nature forbids you from being otherwise. Plus, the onslaught of your words seem to crash through whatever tree, rock or being that stands on your way... as if such laws of the language only apply to those who do not seek but impart.

    In this literary display, you exemplified such traits.

    I guess this affects me as much because, usually, I want my works to be circular. Not that I'm saying it's better; it's just a different thing from your thing which is either spiral or straight judging from all four pieces I could remember reading from you.

    Anyway, this, to me, is one artful could've-been. Usually, it doesn't matter how many times you say you've gotten over a past component of your life, the mere fact that it was once there and now it's not cannot be deny. But then again, the fact that these things happen cannot be avoided either. We are merely promising pieces of wood that are carved by the Universe. So in comes the acceptance...

    and the poem that gives form to the "lilac;" a physical feat that allows you to grasp it and put it away.

    Again, I could be wrong or perceived as pretentious SOB, etc... but really, I don't care and I don't think it matters that much. This work affected me and this is just my way of saying thank you.
    | Posted on 2008-04-02 00:00:00 | by ANGELO | [ Reply to This ]
      Interesting...

    It makes me think of a boy, who has to leave home and travel someplace far away with his father. Before he goes, however, he gives his first love a lilac and a kiss. Then, sadly, they drive away, leaving the girl all alone with the lilac.

    Somewhat bittersweet. Happy (lilac, love) and sad (boy leaving).

    What a nice picture you have created for me. Thank you, saartha.
    | Posted on 2008-04-02 00:00:00 | by AsiaticFox | [ Reply to This ]


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