Poetry In Review

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Book Review Poetry

Infiltrating to your mirror

made of a crystal glass

seeping through the fibre

of your thought, as I lay bare,

my soul permeated yours.



with mere letters combined

word for word

phrase by phrase

a sentence or two, in stanzas

break lines infinitesimal;

they created an embroidered frame

of story exquisitely wrapped in a box.



literal, symmetrical and technical

you wrote such terrific emotive tales

narrated with artistic jargon

dashed with skills; savoured with humor

tainted with emotion and packed with action.

presented in contemporay prose; otherwise a paradox,

when articulation receives warm affirmation.



~greenmeadow~

2/17/2006

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~to my fellow poets~

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