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Oct 25 03, 02:01
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Creative Chieftain
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The Valley of Fear Revisions with the help of Alan...Thank You.
Shadows come to pass in a lifetime … sadness grips my heart as I focus on the scene.
Unseeing eyes; a crooked smile, a slack jaw; frail body askew tied into a chair.
Softly, I whisper, no movement … blank solitude …I whisper again. It’s as if nothing’s been said.
Gently rocking… gently…gently, engrossed in curs’ed animus. …. A tear slides, unchecked.
Spirit slowly siphons… drip… by…drip… by…drip, evaporating silently into an arcane shell of … nothing.
I leave, without saying … goodbye.
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Shadows come to pass in a lifetime ... sadness grips my heart as I focus on the scene.
Unseeing eyes; a crooked smile on a slack jaw; frail body, askew tied into a chair.
Softly, I whisper, no movement ... blank solitude ... I whisper again. It's as if nothing had been said.
Gently rocking ... gently ... gently, engrossed in curs'ed animus. ... A tear slides unchecked.
A spirit, slowly siphoned ... drip ... by-drip ... by-drip, evaporating silently into aarcane shell of ___ nothingness.
I leave without saying ... goodbye.
Arnfinn
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Oct 25 03, 02:44
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Dear Arnie
Oooooh ! Excellent evocation, but, would you believe, I have some mainly punctuation issues, and presentation.
Shadows come to pass in a lifetime ... sadness grips my heart as I focus on the scene.
Unseeing eyes; a crooked smile on a slack jaw; (I's say "and" a slack jaw - jaws don't smile !) frail body askew, tied into a chair. (Move comma)
Softly, I whisper, no movement ... blank solitude ... I whisper again. It's as if nothing's been said. (haS been said - rest in in present)
Gently rocking ... gently ... gently, engrossed in curs'ed animus. ... A tear slides,* unchecked. (add comma)
A spirit, slowly siphoned ... (Spirit slowly siphons - present tense) GREAT line, wonderful assonance ! drip ... by-drip ... by-drip, evaporating silently into arcane shell of ___ nothingness.
I leave without saying ... goodbye.
Arnie, I offer this for your last lines :
Spirit slowly siphons ... drip ... by ... drip ... by ... drip ... evaporating silently into arcane shell of ... nothing.
I leave, without saying ...
goodbye.
Here is the whole poem with my suggestions (for you to keep or heap) but without the added comments or edit marks :
Shadows come to pass in a lifetime ... sadness grips my heart as I focus on the scene.
Unseeing eyes; a crooked smile, a slack jaw; frail body askew, tied into a chair.
Softly, I whisper, no movement ... blank solitude ... I whisper again. It's as if nothing's been said.
Gently rocking ... gently ... gently, engrossed in curs'ed animus. ... A tear slides, unchecked.
Spirit slowly siphons ... drip ... by ... drip ... by ... drip, evaporating silently into arcane shell of ... nothing.
I leave, without saying ...
goodbye.
Arnie, sad, but this is lovely - indicates a moment of regret but accepting the inevitable.
As a philosophical point I'd argue with the "nothing", but that is a whole new ball game !
Love Alan
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Dec 1 03, 06:33
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Dear Arn
A very good read ! I think you were courageous, going there at all !
Thank you for the thanks. It was a pleasure honing such a fine piece.
Love Alan
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Dec 1 03, 18:52
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Arn,
Some of the most captivating reads are those with a dark voice... They reach the reader and pull at him/her.
I love this part the most:
Spirit slowly siphons… drip… by…drip… by…drip, evaporating silently into an arcane shell of … nothing
I can feel the spirit dripping, evaporating...
profound images.
Daniah
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Dec 1 03, 19:02
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I came, I read, but I'm not sure what to say. If you don't mind help me a bit, I am old and fading quickly. Is this from the perspective of an old person dying, or am I missing the point entirely? Excuse my question, but better to be dumb for a moment then stupid the rest of my life.
Interesting read. Help me teacher, understand.
da Hun
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Dec 1 03, 19:28
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WOW!
Arnie ..... THE........FINN.....!
What a striking piece! I was sort of expecting a satire from your title before I actually read this one!
This is quite deep!
Good show "J"!
Glad to see another side of you coloring our place! :dance:
Cheers! ~Cleo :pharoah:
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Dec 3 03, 03:31
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Hows it goin Grace
Nah! Not a relative...Cept to say some times, you witness things that tugs at the old heartstrings
I think I'll leave it go at that :)
Thank you, for the kind words.
Kind regards,
Arnie :troy:
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