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Ah sung

Sun streams chiclet eyelids wont to open word bursts stutter window sill's hearth mixtery abounds blutters flounce tole stoys abbrieve wistems glisten tip tap tiny tot faerie feet dance gossamer grins enchanting spins ~ sad confusion stares ~ killing softly with silence quiet declaration shatters life
*dementia

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  1. Date: 11/30/2011 6:53:00 PM

    Feels like a dance that wants to be happy but just can't quite make it. Fascinating!

  1. Date: 11/30/2011 6:42:00 PM

    I dig enchantment and kindness and SOC glimpses, nice post, JW, namaste ~N

  1. Date: 11/30/2011 1:04:00 PM

    I like this one John. I call it almost but not quite. And what I mean by that is just when it starts to form itself one way, it transforms into something new. Almost one thing and but not quite that before it moves in a new way.

    Wulf Avatar John Wulf Date: 11/30/2011 1:12:00 PM Block poet from commenting on your poetry

    Tony you are very perceptive...this actually morphs into another whole write in progress that extends to my father and who knows what else - the piece started in stream of consciousness and I attempted to corral it prematurely. We'll see where it goes someday. Thanks so much for your comments and input, I value your words and wisdom. My pistole has a habit of going off half-cocked - might explain all the holes in my foot:-)
  1. Date: 11/30/2011 12:28:00 PM

    I really like this one John.It kinda reminds me of myself.Nice job... :-)

    Wulf Avatar John Wulf Date: 11/30/2011 1:15:00 PM Block poet from commenting on your poetry

    Thanks Dan, I think of you in the "enchanting spins" category:-) your words often enchant me.