Cerise Posted January 6, 2006 Share Posted January 6, 2006 Miracles abound, they say Miracles abound, they say and gesture at the trees, which offer lacy tokens as they weave within the breeze. The sun is shining brightly, birds are basking in the glow, and the salt wind whiskes kisses on each eager upturned brow. The vast sea swells and pulses in communion with the moons, and bees stumble over flowers humming simple summer tunes. The eagles soar above us, the deer runs through the wood, and somewhere born today is a child who is good. The Heavens stir in concert, stars twinkle in the sky, but Becky has got cancer and will die at 35. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Fweethawt Posted January 6, 2006 Share Posted January 6, 2006 Damn, Cerise! I could be wrong, but I think I heard an explosion when I read the last two lines. Very well done. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
pandora Posted January 6, 2006 Share Posted January 6, 2006 You Cerise, when I first came here, I thought that you were just a self absorbed bitch that was pimping her writing. I have to be honest. But the more I read your stuff, the more I am blown away. You are incredibly good, and I hope to see some published works of yours someday (do you have anything yet?). This poem is especially good. The change in style at the end is somehow very effective. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Mythra Posted January 6, 2006 Share Posted January 6, 2006 Bravo, girl. This one earns you a medal. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Fweethawt Posted January 6, 2006 Share Posted January 6, 2006 You Cerise, when I first came here, I thought that you were just a self absorbed bitch that was pimping her writing. I have to be honest. I have to comment on this. For what little I know of Cerise, I feel extremely confident in stating that she is one of the least self-absorbed people that I know. Yeah, she can be bitchy at times, and she has admitted to that. She has her reasons for that. And those reasons far outweigh any criticisms anyone can give for her being that way. She's cool. Just remember that the next time she goes off on a rant. I don't know if I should expect a beatin' for saying this or not. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
pandora Posted January 6, 2006 Share Posted January 6, 2006 LOL Yes, I figured, Fweet. I no longer think she's self-absorbed. Just confident, at least in her online persona. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Cerise Posted January 6, 2006 Author Share Posted January 6, 2006 You Cerise, when I first came here, I thought that you were just a self absorbed bitch that was pimping her writing. I have to be honest. But the more I read your stuff, the more I am blown away. You are incredibly good, and I hope to see some published works of yours someday (do you have anything yet?). This poem is especially good. The change in style at the end is somehow very effective. Er...thanks? I will cop to the "bitch" label and admit to first degree writing pimpage but I plead the 5th for the self-absorbed charge. And no, I never send stuff out to be published. I have a problem with over editing. Everything I post here is work in progress, from recent writings like this poem, to ones started in 2001 and still being refined. I'm overly picky, you see. So in order to send stuff out it has to be, well, finished. And my stuff never seems to be. I will now proceed to beat Fwee. Because it's necCessary. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Taphophilia Posted January 7, 2006 Share Posted January 7, 2006 I love reading your work. I understand how sharing your work with us is a glimse into your soul. It's very personal and lays bare who you are for all to see. Thank you for trusting us with it. Taph Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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