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The Wedding

He had brought me flowers. roses. They were darkest red. Church bells tolled from behind with golden sound; bittersweet bittersweet. He came to me, dressed in black; in black with flowers in his hand roses. They were darkest red like exotic dancers adorned with crimson leaves. A crowd was there; people I knew and some were crying. A man of God was there as well. Reading from his book of God. But All I could see was him dressed in black; in black with flowers.

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Date: 9/7/2009 1:35:00 AM
Just need to point out that this poem is made to look nice and flowery but it's actually describing a funeral scene. It makes it all the more ironic and contrasting. this poem plays on the idea that elements of a wedding are also found in a funeral and can just as easily be interchanged
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Date: 9/6/2009 1:40:00 PM
What a beautiful day and what splendid poetry I am reading. I wish you the best in your writing endeavors Gael. Love, Carol
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Date: 9/5/2009 4:41:00 AM
awesome images!...jim
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Date: 9/5/2009 3:57:00 AM
Very descriptive. Sara
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