WHY DID I WAKE? WHEN SHALL I SLEEP AGAIN?
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In the past few days, have noticed a great many people coming to this site
for my discussion of the “Days of Wine and Roses” poem by Ernest Dowson.
In it...
1 month ago
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Zettabyte
A wild rambling rose of a woman,
with a smoky smile and jaunty hips.
Tan as a summer's day.
Brisk, bracing, brusque.
Like a March wind.
Cool air pours off a sheer blue glacier.
Ice lipped steel bergs
Way down under...
Pieces of the sky
scattered over the glassy waters of a lake.
Mirror world lake reflected.
A reflex action.
A world dopplegangered.
One twin clear and sure.
The other rippled by winds of fate and chance.
Nice poem. The words used are appropriate.
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