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"Magnetism of a Displaced Petticoat" by Tracer

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Blank canvas on a broken easel
Plane empty, filling the void...trying harder.

[Where am I going]

Rising, falling, controlled ardor
Blank canvas on a color wheel
Plane empty, filled with air

Change to match your surroundings
Please me, show me your sign
Flying over the empty plane

Crashing, blazing, out of control
Emotions heavy.
Breath - parting the misty void.
Water surging, tears swirling
Hair arranged in a scattered form,
Feeble acrylic masterpiece,

[Where am I]

Rising, falling, controlled ardor
Blank canvas on a color wheel
Plane empty, filled with air

Your impression takes shape,
Indulged on a divan’s splendor




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On Wednesday December 1st, 2004, anth (1621) writes:
returning to this, i feel i read so much into it,the imagery,especially the first two lines,im gonna fave it,for what you capture here in the way you do


On Sunday October 31st, 2004, BeautifulCalamity (588) writes:
i liked the title, your wording here.. and the meaning is truly beautiful and ..intriguing.. very well done


On Wednesday March 24th, 2004, wonderlandhysteria (2195) writes:
Stunning. It's completely mystifying. I absolutely love this. Going on my favorites, as are you, love.


On Wednesday March 24th, 2004, Lynaes (1148) writes:
You've conveyed the feeling of frantically trying to escape from the clutches of emptiness exquisitely. I love wording, particularly the line "Hair arranged in a scattered form". Lovely work, absolutely beautiful. ~L


On Wednesday March 24th, 2004, BleedSilver (377) writes:
petticoats are odd things...but it's not like a squirrel could ever wear them. great poem...kinda confusing in the end though. But not much penetrates the skull of a squirrel short of a jackhammer.


On Wednesday March 24th, 2004, Urban Shipwreck (1001) writes:
This was very cleverly written. Erotic and yet not in a sexual nature I don't think. Very descriptive, you kept me dangling on the edge from start to finish. ~Ship!


On Tuesday March 23rd, 2004, capt_funguy (1006) writes:
this is pretty far out ... keep parting those misty voids ... i love the fact that you could read this to the girl's mother ... and she'd be like ..." that was just wonderful tracer ... just splendid ..." cool man ... funguy


On Wednesday March 24th, 2004, purr_verse (1483) writes:
lol. :) yes, quite. very beautiful and the artistry - metaphoric and actual - here is lovely.


On Tuesday March 23rd, 2004, Six-Out (1832) writes:
Mmmmmm this poem made my pelvic region tingle. All together goodness. Plus petticoats rule. :-D


On Tuesday March 23rd, 2004, darkangelXlll (175) writes:
umm call me stupid but im not quit sure of what ive read over and over in a way its really kool and good but in a way it left me in confusion but to sum it all up nice write interseting. ~darlin


On Tuesday March 23rd, 2004, Demosthenes (226) writes:
whoa. thats good beans. its got some words i dont know, but if i had something like a vocabulary itd be even better. -B



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