tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23064466.post5741760301712465786..comments2024-01-17T06:34:48.599+00:00Comments on The Far Queue: Through a Glass Half FullGarthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15637097897454660933noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23064466.post-46541690301652059332007-02-21T13:45:00.000+00:002007-02-21T13:45:00.000+00:00Pencil tip scratching out a chiaroscuro floral tea...Pencil tip scratching out a chiaroscuro floral tear.....<BR/><BR/>Perhaps taking your medicine a little too soon<BR/>And find yourself breathing dust from the melancholy moon....<BR/><BR/>To the ballroom below where the carnivores wait<BR/>…to strip that silver lining from the edge of your plate.<BR/><BR/>Ahhhhh Pisces........to have your muse.....(btw - if mine is hiding out over there, send her back please....it's time she gets to work!)<BR/><BR/>These are just a few of the lines I love (though every line has its sublimity to it..) For instance, chiaroscuro floral tear......ahh what a beautiful image; I could so relate to the second piece - meds and the melancholy moon dust (my life story lies- somewhere amongst those lines)<BR/><BR/>But the final stanza......YES......I love how you lead us down to it.......like I was actually floating down the spiral staircase, a princess........to greet the hoards....sublime.<BR/><BR/>impressive, as always<BR/>rdgAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com