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Tiffany Brocade Taffeta

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Written: November 09, 2023 ________________________________________ An allegedly assured affix distracted by wistfulness to assess arousal of anguish, wherewithal shadows tackle by day amidst thick mist, in propinquity dry wells. carrying a titian heartbreak on my shoulder. a gentle regret that is not a zenith dread; brocade as taffeta, a bluesy lullaby. spun from gentle yarns; weaved. Striving to scale a sibilant soil surface toward porous roots of sequoia trapped by the force of gravity. allow only tangerine tears to flow from my sorrow. Getting into the quagmire. in quest of one's fortitude. whilst waiting for syzygy perigee, to occur on perihelion.

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Date: 11/10/2023 1:46:00 PM
Very exceptional use of a very large vocabulary. Thanks for sharing and for dropping by my page. Sara K
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Date: 11/10/2023 9:52:00 AM
Dear Sotto, this is another one of your exquisite writes that speaks volumes to the readers soul, so well crafted with excellent alliterations, metaphors and imagery that truly is soul touching! I love so many lines in this and your choice of words here is so very unique and profound, and ofcourse theres so many emotions too woven as you mentioned sorrow and tangerine tears, i can feel the depth of those emotions youve delivered. Quest of fortitude, amidst all the heartbreak is palpable. Fave
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Date: 11/9/2023 1:47:00 PM
dear Sotto--as I heard and read your poem I was struck with a sense of sadness or perhaps melancholy--one in which only tangerine tears flow. I loved "titian heartbreak." That description was unique, nuanced with a sense of brown decay on one's shoulder...like it had been there too long. I also liked the alliteration in 'striving to scale a sibliant soil surface.' Your command of vocabulary and what I call nuances make your poem like a marvelous painting one needs to focus on to appreciate.Sara
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