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Artemis

I tread a boundless earth The vines rush to adore my feet Mistress of the rare I am Up above canopies cover my stead I tempt the winds, the tide Even the sun knows not to tame me Endless is my spirit wild All around, My minions look at me with awe Oh how great they say I could be Radiant and free Yet my heart stops - leaps - throbs Of something now I cannot be Of something still I must then be A fire unfelt, a well unfilled How may then? How will then? I know not still. But this I feel I look at the stars tonight and see Gleaming diamonds of dwarfish light Away and unsure but yet I envy them. Up there they are nothing compared to me. They are hundreds while I In solitude tonight am here To cry - far away from sight Beneath the darkness, beneath the bright

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Date: 8/4/2011 7:47:00 AM
Congratulations on your poetry making it through round one in the PoetrySoup International Poetry contest. I wish you the best in the final round Jan. Love, Carol
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Date: 7/5/2011 6:19:00 AM
Congratulations on your poetry being featured this week Jan. May your poetry bring inspiration to others as they read it. Love, Carol
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Date: 3/12/2011 3:57:00 AM
nice read. very good
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Date: 3/9/2011 6:21:00 AM
oh, thanks, ms.carol. yeah, it's an honor to be featured. ^_^
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Date: 3/7/2011 10:59:00 AM
Congratulations on your well deserved poetry being featured on PoetrySoup this week Jan. Love, Carol
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Date: 3/7/2011 6:37:00 AM
thanks, mss.linda. really appreciate that you take the time to read and comment on my poems ^_^. super thanks again!
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Date: 3/6/2011 7:48:00 PM
Congrats Jan on your featured poem this week on the Soup luv.. great one to share...
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Date: 1/31/2011 1:46:00 PM
I don't know why I find interest in poems related to myths and all. . . .ang ganda.;).. especially the title. . .mysterious;)
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