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For the people I love
These blind gods,
with noble faces,
whose heroes were never born.
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To Disalle,
(my vampyric saviour)
And creatures of beauty,
immutable and infinitely
tragic.
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The light these angels bring
are the spiders
scratching toward my feet.
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P.M.David
Comments/Suggestions?
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chilling, pm. haven't seen you around ina while. good post. th spider images is disturbing but compelling. *grace
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(my comment was fraught with typos...do please excuse them. *grace)
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I agree with Grace .... chilling and those spiders have me going in reverse with creepy crawley fear. It's a nightmare I don't wish for myself....:). Well done! Rae
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ditto..all of the above. but...oh those spiders...you knew that would get us!!!!
i KNOW it got gracely (almost like the one on her terrace).....
hahaha girl!!
and, it is wonderful to see you posting again P.M.David :)
~haize
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Much is told in a short poem. Good job - Tom
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After reading this poem, all I could imagine was the image of a dark wave of spiders edging ever so near. Lori S. Maynard
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good read P.M., especially like stanza 2.
)Kaleb
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Thanks for the comments all.
P.M.David