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She swoons atop a berg There air water bullets On midnight's face cross low — While then besides the dark Brims in Gemini froze. She swoons atop a berg We try for scraps on ice. She is yours within me. Of these miles between us, This sea's the outer ring. She swoons atop a berg The Mercury has sank — Only a lichen's mum, A last bob underneath For Saturn's interlove. She swoons atop a berg Without a jogging stance To explain to us where — That midnight neither melts Air in ice, ice in air.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2025




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Date: 5/18/2025 1:11:00 PM
Paige, this is mesmerizing--an icy cosmos of longing and distance. “She swoons atop a berg” becomes a haunting refrain, almost mythic. I love the blend of celestial and emotional--“Brims in Gemini froze” and “Saturn’s interlove” gave me chills. It reads like a love letter sealed in frost and stars.
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Date: 2/23/2025 9:56:00 AM
what a lyrical piece about freeze which flows in its natural rhythm--- a lovely work from your papyrus, paige!
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Date: 2/22/2025 9:49:00 AM
Dear Paige, your icy, ethereal, celestial imagery is vivid and intriguing.. "these miles between us,/This sea's the outer ring." - a connection but a disconnection.. a distance a coldness a longing.. the intrigue is amazing my poet friend. Beautifully done in Monchielle Stanza form. Warmest wishes.. ~Susan
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Date: 2/21/2025 11:03:00 PM
Excellent imagery. I enjoyed: we try for scraps on ice & a last bob underneath for Saturn’s interlove: Very powerful/ depicts Saturn precisely. X
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Date: 2/21/2025 6:58:00 PM
Love the refrain… She swoons atop a berg…interesting imagery, Paige!
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Date: 2/21/2025 7:57:00 AM
Dear Paige, It truly feels like a dream mixed in cosmic threads. So haunting and beautiful. I love how the surreal flow and distant longing pull at something deep. I can almost hear the quiet hum of space in your words. Winter Blessings, My Dear Friend, Daniel
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