Tuesday, October 11, 2005

The Creeping Mist Shrouds The Voices Comments

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in the cool mist shrouded
silent, as the hour creeps to midnight
I sit alone in the cloud covered night
with the first puffs of smoke
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Eila Mahima Jaipaul
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Raynette Eitel 11 October 2005

'...trying to touch whispers with fingers.' This is a lovely line. The mood in the poem is ethereal. Nice poem, Eila. Raynette

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Richard Stilwell 11 October 2005

I know this kind of connection is real... Nicely conveyed. Rick

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