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Authorship coarse or fine,
Brilliant discourse of lines
Assembled to please and edify;
Still remains marks on paper
As Sunburn on skin,
Trying to transmit the pain
Of once living event.
Words flow like an artic stream
Churning through the still frozen ice,
Wanting Sunlight to brighten and heat;
The Writer's choice like frozen steak
Needing the Stove of life.
What Source can the Writer suck upon,
Except the sorrows of his own Soul.
Copyright2002.Lawrance George Lux
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| Reviewed by Sandie Angel |
2/11/2003 |
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What Source can the Writer suck upon,
Except the sorrows of his own Soul.
--Such is the sweet sorrow we draw upon.
lawrence, thank you for sharing this one.
best regards,
Minerva~ |
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| Reviewed by Regina Pounds |
10/28/2002 |
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I like the way you make strong statements. (What if the writer sips at life's nectar?)
Gina |
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| Reviewed by Tova Gabrielle |
7/6/2002 |
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Deeply inspiring. resonant and from a resevoir hidden that connects souls. See? You inspired me. I particularly loved the folowing:
Still remains marks on paper
Trying to transmit the pain
Words flow like an artic stream
Churning through the still frozen ice,
Needing the Stove of life.
What Source can the Writer
the sorrows of his own Soul.
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| Reviewed by Kate Clifford |
5/7/2002 |
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| It is through our sorrows that we find that happiness that we can write about. Good write. |
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| Reviewed by E T Waldron |
5/5/2002 |
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| splendid expressions |
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| Reviewed by Cathy Montgomery (Reader) |
5/5/2002 |
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| Sublime write... |
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| Reviewed by Sandie Angel |
5/5/2002 |
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They write about joys and happiness too. Most poets writes very honestly about how they feel with no pretense.
At least I don't.
Sandie Angel :o) |
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