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Frownsnfreckles

  • Last seen on Oct 30 11:43 AM. Member since May 11, 2008.
  • I am a 52 year old person
  • I have 41 comments, 25 poems

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  • Prosperino at allpoetry
    Within the seeming greyness of a weary world
    Amongst these leaves that swirl around my head
  • The skin I Am in at allpoetry
    touch my surface you connect with my soul
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    samurai swords slash silk waves of shanghai cutter

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  • on For Children Killed In A Smallpox Epidemic by Taigu Ryokan, on October 26
    collectively the blossom blooms and fades in an endless cycle, this is nature.
    Individually the children die and are mourned, this is the human condition.

  • on Wild Roses by Taigu Ryokan, on October 26
    This is marvellous! In just a few words he has stimulated and heightened the senses to an intoxicating degree, it does however require some familiarity with the image to really appreciate it fully. I lived in the East as a child and also spent a memorable evening in Cyprus where the sound of frogs croaking at night, especially if accompanied by crickets, is the most wonderful sound.
    Wild roses would be of the dog rose variety and may possibly have the ability to add something to the wine as adding borage leaves to cider has an uplifting effect on the mood and taste. The essence of simplicity!

  • on Sonnet. If By Dull Rhymes Our English Must Be Chain'd by John Keats, on September 2
    Keats seems to be aiming for a more individualised natural expression of speech in poetry, yet retains a certain formality. A search for new possibilities.

  • on Ode To Autumn by John Keats, on September 2
    It is the purity of emotion, the time to ponder and lift thought with observation to another dimension. It's the voice that speaks to you from within the verse, the melancholy undertow, the whistful regret of passing time yet the absorption of every moment, every experience, every sensation. The identification with life ebbing and seasons approaching the cold death of winter. Each word carries substance and a heart beats within the rythmn.