Saturday, October 24, 2009

Holy Relic Comments

Rating: ★5.0

when once my clay hands began to harden
under the potters wheelded sun
i turned to reach for my shadow
but found only a basket of dried
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nathan martin
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Patti Masterman 24 October 2009

Really, really enjoyed this, this is a keeper. Thanks for your redoubtable words.

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NikMorgan ... 24 October 2009

Fragile and deep, nice poem 10++

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nathan martin

nathan martin

oregon
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oregon
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