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    dots Submission Name: Womb of Hopedots

    Author: Mandolin
    ASL Info:    10/15/89
    Elite Ratio:    5.4 - 131/145/85
    Words: 109
    Class/Type: Poetry/Longing
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    dotsWomb of Hopedots

    Blue window open unto Spring's night,
    grey matter drifting in the foaming moon light;
    below the little veins of a late freeze shake the green,
    'till the yellow blossoms fall like scabs from an old wound.
    Growing in the stains of the sill, a seed found within fossil,
    crushed into a cello of a woman, who bathes in amber clay,
    pursuing things that pile in the corners of her secret soul,
    and the tune reins again blue, as tone drinks a sweeter water,
    cordial collecting on the feathers of the two fish in the sky,
    instrument, she, floats up in to the rafters of the birds of oblivion.

    Submitted on 2008-04-02 23:04:59     Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
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      The magic of your words are very captivating. To me, it illicits this huge bandage of a metaphor that is used to sling the damages of a hurricane or carpet the path of a tornado with the realization of life.

    It somehow reminds me of Angels in America; you know... nothing is truly lost. And I agree... all of us, we are in these forms and if there is one permanent thing in this world - as every single magazine, film, tv show, novel, poem, etc has elucidated - it's change.

    Theoretically, even if fresh water does become far too scarce for us to live on, or the air becomes far too doomed to be taken in, life will still find a way. I'm not saying that our neglect of our planet is OK (since the only way I see life working through that is if it evolves our race or another race into something that could withstand that. And that would be kinda sad) But I am saying, as you put, there is hope.

    Your retaliation as a wordsmith is very impressive.
    | Posted on 2008-04-03 00:00:00 | by ANGELO | [ Reply to This ]
      ` Blue window open unto Spring's night` and `below the little veins of a late freeze shake the green` : I like this one as it strike me as summer trying to get through winter again as `and the tune reins again blue, as tone drinks a sweet water` refer to. That suggests to me that is the Hope wanting to be born again. I like this. Although my interp could be way off. Keep on writing. Regards. Joachim.
    | Posted on 2008-04-03 00:00:00 | by Joachim | [ Reply to This ]

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