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My Place by the Lake
by Carly J. Wall
Wednesday, November 20, 2002
I bent and trailed my fingers
across the silvered mirror
And looked
and it was just as before
Healed, it again
held silvered reflections
clouded and smooth
Another day, it might
be blue and deep as forever
Reflecting the universe
or rippled like
a sun-dried sheet
held out to morning
Yesterday it might be
frosted and glassy
like a boxed package
awaiting spring to be opened
It holds many faces
Just as I
by Carla Williams |
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Published in Serenade: The Sylvan Quarterly Magazine
Summer 1983
Sylvan Press Publishers
non-profit literary organization
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| Reviewed by ya mama (Reader) |
8/22/2003 |
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| great write |
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| Reviewed by pete coombes |
6/15/2003 |
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| This bore an uncanny resembalance to "The Darkest hours" by Spanish poet Carlos D.Rodriguez one of my favourite authors |
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| Reviewed by Bethany |
3/16/2003 |
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| I really liked this poem and i just wanted to say well done for writing an exelent poem see ya love Beth xxx |
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| Reviewed by Erin Kelly-Moen |
11/20/2002 |
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Wonderful allegory, Carly! Water is the fountain of life, the changer of earth, the bringer of growth and the clang of death...
Erin
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| Reviewed by Erin Kelly-Moen |
11/20/2002 |
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| gracefully done |
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