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Monday, February 07, 2005

a night abloom with symbolisms not quite ripe:
riddles that never unwound:

dark forest journeys and wild coyotes:
courage in the falsest sense:

conceit without fruition is simply simile:
like or as but not is

Comments:
This is an amazing poem David...you did write this right? I especially like the last line, not just because I'm the english major and any poem with the word 'simile' has to be amazing, but also because I'm having to ponder it to take in its full meaning. If the purpose of poetry is to make one search for a deeper truth, this is a good example.--Sarah
 
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