Firecracker
By lenchenelf
Wed, 11 Aug 2010
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Timed. The fuse burns with certainty
colour primed,
suffused in magic and rhyme.
Sequential, contained detonation
in each chamber of my heart
visionbursts a summer constellation;
fireflies of thought
dance with the moon.
Caesura of cloudform blights space,
enfolds mind back to this small earth;
how our lives swarm with doubt.
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4 minute doodle/1st draft
Timed. The fuse burns with certainty
primed with colour, magic and rhyme.
Sequential, contained detonation
in each chamber of my heart
visionbursts a summer constellation;
fireflies of thought
dance with the moon.
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Wonderful - one of those
Wonderful - one of those pieces that seems to hang the mind on the edge of understanding, a little intoxicated with the imagery.
If we're supposed to choose, I liked the first and longer version with the world in doubt lying beneath, although I had to look up 'caesura' ...
Rob
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I like the rewrite up to the
I like the rewrite up to the last verse which I don't think adds anything and merely confuses. What do others think?
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I have to say I didn't spot
I have to say I didn't spot that reference. I wish migraine auras were always so stimulating. Mine are just a tedious half-blindness, waiting for the pain and nausea to start. But thankfully not too often ...
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