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Specters of the Light

Ghost lace as thin as invisible souls from aude la attached to heavenly doors the only color is white in this corridor of no return, symmetrical mandalas "We are being informed by specters of the light " Gubernatorial tablets of gold on governed seats Hosting judgement on those not yet opaque Oracles of Grace ethereal, with perfect assonance Salve for the inflicted just before their passage Telepathic messages from the aude la ... Ghost lace un-texturized soft against the eyes matching the shape of their molecular pure vision in this tunnel of light, airy volumetrical devices "We are being reviewed, by specters of the light " October 11, 2021

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Ann Peck

Date: 11/8/2021 10:34:00 AM

Interesting thoughts. I loved all those not-oft-used words, and ghost lace - what an imagination-sparker. Congratulations on your win. A great poem!

Jenna Logan

Date: 10/18/2021 11:55:00 AM

Congratulations on your placement with this unique entry, Mystic.

Paula Goldsmith

Date: 10/17/2021 10:20:00 AM

Congratulations on your win. What a fun acrostic write and picture. Have a blessed autumn day................................

Anil Deo

Date: 10/12/2021 11:16:00 AM

Informed and \"Reviewed by specters of light." Apart from UFOs and such, light is how the Universal First Cause "invades" all space, including ourselves. I love the iage, aligned with the poem, and with ignorance I yet see your crafting & hard work. Thank you, shalom, shalom MRRose

Harry Horsman

Date: 10/12/2021 1:59:00 AM

I'm a weaver of cloth by trade, Vie, this to me is a prime example of weaving with words, i do love this artistic poem.

Mystic Rose Rose
Date: 10/12/2021 9:56:00 AM

Ah, weaver of cloth heh, when I was 16 my favorite store was a textile fabric store run by a Armenian lady, I used to love the smells and feels of the place, great memories, Thanks for the visit my friend. :)

Victor Buhagiar

Date: 10/11/2021 10:42:00 PM

This poem almost sent shivers down my spine. You remind me of old days with strange vocabulary. None-the-less I loved it. Hugs.

Mystic Rose Rose
Date: 10/12/2021 9:55:00 AM

I love to scare sometimes, not my usual avenue Victor, still all in the fun of it, have a great day, hugs, xo