Friday, January 16, 2009

The Cinder And The Ash Comments

Rating: 5.0

Lexi stood next to me, on the porch.
He struck up a match to light a cigarette,
and the air was filled by a beautiful smell of phosphorous.
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Samuel Stuart Pennell
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James Mclain 25 April 2010

Each red eye holds back the dragon. Japanese bonsai trees around stone gardens gold fish pond fed by, 'Shibumi hands always filled with orange paper lanterns....iip

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Ember Hathaway 25 April 2010

great poem! the last line is fantastic! it sets off the whole thing

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Jocelyn Humphries 01 June 2009

I've noticed your poems are very short... they are well written and mysterious though. Thank you for the poem.

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Michael Gale 20 January 2009

Great poem! Did he look like a dragon, with smoke breathed through nostril's swell? God bless poets, all-MJG.

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