No Clue

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         Ask me not why
   this soul prefers me most

   For I the soul most know
      favor the locked lass
                 with
                 gold

            Yet this day
             before me
the stroll long her back down
             was black

        The sylph’s eyes
                pitch
           just as black

          her figure to I
                was
          just as blond
Copyright © | Year Posted 2012

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January 29, 2012 at 8:59 PM
invoking write here james, wonderful style
Babcock Avatar
January 20, 2012 at 8:57 AM
A unique write on this poem James. Much thought put into this one. I had to read it a couple of times . love phyl
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January 14, 2012 at 11:20 PM
Jimmy....first....thank you for your comments....a trusted friend....2nd... your free association so prevalent in this fine write makes me smile! jimbo
Onclaud Avatar
January 13, 2012 at 8:04 PM
nice to see your page alive ang kicking, james.. enjoyed the study in contrast here: blonde, slyph/ gold , black... the use of words really give a nice accent to the piece... blessings and hugggs! :)
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January 10, 2012 at 7:25 PM
Thy soul prefers thee with good reason dear poet. And I am fascinated with the contrasting of souls and blending of color in this subtle rhyme. I've been fevered with the flu beast this past while - hope you are well. Luv, Lizzy
Austin Avatar
January 10, 2012 at 4:51 PM
I get a study in contrasts. Forgive me, dear sir, but I have read this many times, and for good reason. Your poetry is infectious, contagious and wonderfully original. Love, daver
Fiery Avatar
January 10, 2012 at 11:56 AM
this was really breathtaking in all the ways...black or white ..beauty seen through the purest eyes,,,cheers !!!!!!!!!!!
Situation Avatar
January 9, 2012 at 3:46 PM
dude, black is beauyful! T. S.
Peranteau Avatar
January 10, 2012 at 11:17 AM
....black is only one color....imagine how dull it would be to gaze at this color all day; lol...hence; God created white....I mean, light ! *smiles* Trust me; lots-O-love here !
Sweetheart Avatar
January 8, 2012 at 6:52 PM
explosive words so creative James.. luv the flow and energy as well as images.. would u enter Tracie's contest with me ?? it will be fun.. my hand is minus two fingers due to nerve damage..my right hand..oh..much therapy needed.. and prayers too.. hope u say yes.. but I know u usually don't enter contests but we both would have to for the collab...
Davis Avatar
January 8, 2012 at 1:16 PM
A nice write :-)
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