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Nice work...
well written
posted by
ClareHill
on February 7, 2007 at 5:39 PM
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posted by
star4sky5
on February 6, 2007 at 8:54 PM
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But of course...
... holding hands was all we could do when he and I were in that world. *wry smile*
posted by
Discombobulated78
on February 6, 2007 at 8:43 PM
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Dis..
that world is wonderful and terrible .. hold hands!
posted by
Blue_feathers
on February 6, 2007 at 3:00 PM
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Very much enjoyed this!
The title works well too. Hope you'll check out my poetry blog...it's called "The Music of my Soul"-
posted by
Passionflower
on February 6, 2007 at 10:45 AM
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Wow!
Thanks! I'm pretty much speechless. I'm thinking about "Grail" right now. :)
posted by
Discombobulated78
on February 6, 2007 at 9:45 AM
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Discombobulated
Oh, Excellent. I find this poetry metaphysical in its use of the metaphorical symbols of Feb 29, and in its likeness to the undesirable autumn of one's life, leaving old pastures in search of anew, finding it unreal and dream-like, and in the end - of Love that is real but not real in the physical sense of the word, verging on the Platonic!
Looks like I have found my Grail. 
posted by
Bhaskar.ing
on February 6, 2007 at 3:30 AM
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Deep poetry!
posted by
Straightforward
on February 5, 2007 at 7:38 PM
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Beautiful thought here.
posted by
afzal50
on February 5, 2007 at 6:12 PM
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Hey Tony, nice to see you again, I've been refered to as Dis
Thanks for the comments. I'm fascinated by the idea of parallel dimensions and when I was back in the States in October (New Jersey, end of October/beginning of November) it was like that... and also the person I was with created that atmosphere.
posted by
Discombobulated78
on February 5, 2007 at 4:19 PM
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Hello Discombobulated - I wonder if that has an abbreviation?!
Some nice lines in here, the surreality of it all captured well - a perpetual February 29 - and also the image of walking in the woods, recalled as a sort of dream or distant memory - me likey.
posted by
Antonionioni
on February 5, 2007 at 2:48 PM
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Great Read.
It was nice. This is my favorite poem today! I going to read your other stuff. I am new on blogit and need some feed back myself. So if you get a chance check out my blog, I would appreciate it. Thank You.
posted by
jasoncaron
on February 5, 2007 at 1:36 PM
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