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If A Musicbox Was Cold Language

... I live then by the cold while in Summer Would that I could back these places in time — Even its iron still buried in ice There on my skin, the buttoned September. — Tongue chases the buds from my kiss's frost The invisible meltdown in air rushed — ...She's been sustained, said cold's innocent glow. Time will return the eyes from long ago. ...One crystal box that came once of the girl — There the windows in the dark coming to. ...Every dance, I remember your moves, As claustrophobics will never see me — ...The center of someone else — on how she Falls evicted; glass breasts; midst of freeze twirl.

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Date: 5/23/2025 5:16:00 PM
This is gorgeously fractured--like a frozen waltz of memory and longing. “Tongue chases the buds from my kiss’s frost” and “glass breasts; midst of freeze twirl” are breathtaking in their intimacy and iciness. It reads like grief played through a snow-globe. Just stunning.
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Date: 10/12/2024 1:12:00 PM
Such an interesting metaphor. I agree with Sotto's take on your abilities. You are so enigmatic.
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Date: 9/27/2024 7:01:00 PM
Charming, enigmatic, Paige! Your art is a whirlwind of artistic depicts that capture a figure over the seasons.
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Date: 9/21/2024 7:46:00 AM
There on my skin, the buttoned September… Tongue chases the buds from my kiss's frost The invisible meltdown in air rushed…glass breasts…great imagery. Not sure I understand: As claustrophobics will never see me
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Paige Hind
Date: 9/27/2024 3:54:00 PM
Music boxes are kind of claustrophobics because they stay (with invisible walls)...they sing and never leave the center....they seem to be frozen even as they move around and the world moves around them....but they're not really moving....claustrophobics cannot stay, because they are too afraid to understand...as they cannot stay in the small places
Date: 9/12/2024 11:17:00 PM
Creative contest entry. Reads like a good contender to me. Way to go. Very descriptive language used. Thanks for sharing your gift with us. Sara K
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Date: 9/12/2024 2:00:00 PM
a flurry of impressionistic images run along your work depicting snapshots of a figurine through seasons-- enchanting, mysterious, paige!
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Date: 9/12/2024 3:53:00 AM
Dear Paige, I loved how you showed that as time moves on, there is an echo that influences the present and the future. O so true and I really enjoyed these lines: "I live then by the cold while in Summer Would that I could back these places in time — Even its iron still buried in ice There on my skin, the buttoned September." Blessings, My Dear Friend, Daniel
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Date: 9/11/2024 10:45:00 PM
You have a very distinctive style, Paige. Great images. And I appreciate how you support so many of us poets.
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Date: 9/11/2024 6:57:00 PM
Would it tune be a singing-along or one to hum, till the air made us both numb, or would the cold leave me lost, not able to find the place I used to know, if only the picture had been air-brushed, then the clock would certainly show, you have always been the one I wanted to know.... ;) this is a beautiful poem Paige! Fav'en A.S.
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Anonomus Scorpio
Date: 9/14/2024 2:24:00 PM
<3! Thank you Paige!
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Paige Hind
Date: 9/12/2024 4:55:00 PM
I am glad to have you commenting here, your poetry is not the only reason you are dear, your faithful spirit inspires all, your refreshing take is cure when I'm feeling every fall.. TO YOU FROM JUST ME <3 xxoo
Date: 9/11/2024 6:53:00 PM
What a deeply moving and heartfelt poem this is dear sweet paige! I always find your abstract metaphors worthy of reading once or twice and feeling the depth of them. What stood out the most for me in this poem is “ here on my skin, the buttoned September. — Tongue chases the buds from my kiss's frost” soul hitting and i love buttoned september! “ live then by the cold while in Summer Would that I could back these places in time —” what an opening! Such an emotive write this in this form. BOL! Sending you light always
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