All Things Remembered

by Elizabeth Ann   Dec 25, 2005


As much as we have vested, lurid escapades engross the flighty court a higher power, stained of all its wine entwined their glassy touch. The blue grass dyes a pungent fair laden with lust, but never to blame a fist of nature gloomed our moon. Instead we’ve shamed each other, degraded by those deplorable acts we sought as one. Then same as won our languid recourse, strayed from hence we wrote a viable play, strangled tensed our decency thence again.

Herein our primordial reign has gained, a slapping frenzy spurned of other men as gratuitous. Therein the wheels of turned, earning our regret. Thence the bails have stung our retinue, as trade is lessened to this minor churn. Vacating hitherto a civilized den, preying off the desert as once our grand city…. And now we’re buried in this sand, silent as the ages pass.

And as all things remembered return from the dead, we’re born again.

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  • 18 years ago

    by Elizabeth Ann

    Thank you Robert~

    When I'm writing poetry, it does feel as if sometimes I am possessed by some higher power. As my fingers strike the keyboard and reveal these shadows of another place and another time, or even some another dimension…. Many times have a tried to flesh these things out, but it’s proving difficult; I will never stop trying, now that’s for sure.

    Once again, thank you for taking your time with this critique.

    ~Liz
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    Without the "weird" special charecters implied...

  • 18 years ago

    by Elizabeth Ann

    Thank you Robert~

    When I\'m writing poetry, it does feel as if sometimes I am possessed by some higher power. As my fingers strike the keyboard and reveal these shadows of another place and another time, or even some another dimension…. Many times have a tried to flesh these things out, but it’s proving difficult; I will never stop trying, now that’s for sure.

    Once again, thank you for taking your time with this critique.

    ~Liz

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