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by Amadea N Katz
Sunday, October 10, 2010
Rated "G" by the Author.
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Hello: I can't think of a good title for this poem. Any ideas? |
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The song was playing,
the tear beaded out of
the eye, onto the floor,
claustrophobic in walls
tightening with the hour
Though the walls were glass
they knew not she was there,
the breath span short,
but wanted
Life was not worth living
if no one could see
past the panting shroud
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| Reviewed by jude forese |
10/10/2010 |
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| "anxiety breath" |
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| Reviewed by Regis Auffray |
10/10/2010 |
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You truly have made me "feel" this poem and what it expresses to the point where I actually held my breath without realizing it. Truly effective and compelling, Amadea. For me, a possible title would be, "Breathless." Thank you for sharing your gift. Love, peace, and best wishes to you,
Regis |
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| Reviewed by Andy Turner |
10/10/2010 |
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Maybe, Illusion?
Most powerful and dark due to the blinkered and blind, the blind to her beauty. |
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