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Levin Bolts of Fulmiaic Fire Spheres
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Trapping his begot “flesh-hyde” into the huntresses of bondage...
Photography: buy the sea: http://www.buythesea-bymail.co.uk/knot---door-stopper-1013-p.asp Levin Bolts of Fulmiaic Fire Spheres Jute wrapped around his perfidious knuckles; Making knots designed as beaded macramé. Seems his thoughts pertained to pyre’s life forces; Where the breath of her passion resided as velvet… He pulled tightly to create the desisting tight rope. Suspension holds time’s compass in momentary stillness. Strangling her stalwart voice into shadows fading halter, he thought he was the concessions to know her deathbed… But his blind hatred failed to see through the singing forest, as her mind continued onward fluting pine cones to hymn. She flew with limber wings upon the tree tops as a whisper; Offering her postulant soul to liberate the sonorous storm clouds… …apparitions are more than levin bolts of fulmiaic fire spheres igniting disclosures of nearby dry brush. Forcing his jute death trap into personal revelations, momentums snapped back upon new stones with his ionic fist… Trapping his begot “flesh-hyde” into the huntresses of bondage; Within the diaphanous appendages of sacristies traveling sloths; The flames engulfing his insalubrious spirit, designed hanging baskets as his empty screams could be heard for miles upon endless miles… (Written: May 10^th, 2010 9:20 p/m) In Joy, In Peace, In Grace, In Harmony of Love Love’s Bounty Embracing Unisons of Truth “Levin Bolts of Fulmiaic Fire Spheres” Copyright© 2010 Poetess Victoria L. McColley (TWEET TWEET)

Reviewed by Regis Auffray

Reviewed on May 12, 2010

But his blind hatred failed to see through the singing forest,
as her mind continued onward fluting pine cones to hymn.
She flew with limber wings upon the tree tops as a whisper;
Offering her postulant soul to liberate the sonorous storm clouds…

I just LOVE these verses, Vickie... ...and the whole presentation of this offering. Thank you for sharing your gifts. Love, hugs, and best wishes to you,

xo Regi

Reviewed by Sage Sweetwater

"But his blind hatred failed to see through the singing forest"...an incorrodable line, perhaps the most powerful line of poetry I have ever read of your poetry, Victoria...you have a time-honored gift, never let it go, mistress...

Love & Eternal Twine,
Sage

Reviewed by Christine Alwin

...had to read this a few times..almost could hear your voice...this is powerful and deep...riveting poem Vickie~
Blessings,
Christine

Reviewed by Georg Mateos

Make me to remember the images in my mind as I was reading The Old Man and The Sea by Hemingway.
How many times we have given "...empty screams could be heard for miles upon endless miles...?"

Georg

Reviewed by Liana Margiva

WONDERFUL!!!!!!!!!!! Liana Margiva

Reviewed by Karen Palumbo

Reviewed on May 11, 2010

You are good and this was a delight to absorb into the mind...

Be always safe,
Karen

Reviewed by George Carroll

Wonderful poetry done masterfully.

Reviewed by Dayvid Graybill

What tantalizing poetry! As always, you deliver great words in wonderful fashion!

Peace,
Dayvid