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Elliott Bradley
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Chanter - (poetry monthly)
tripping all about the blackened lake the manic trees and spears of grass with frossy heads you send me every morning walking beasts with smiling...
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Eggshells In Our Eyes
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Guess he's stayed with you in
Posted on Tue, 23 Feb 2016
Guess he's stayed with you in part, at least until now. You too for him probably. Wistful poem with suitable atmosphere going on in all that skillful description of yours.
Read full commentPosted in Painted Lady Motel
'golden orfe – kiss
Posted on Wed, 10 Feb 2016
'golden orfe – kiss
her curls and the pond
covets her company...hungers
for yet more rain'
Filled with loneliness with skillful visual portrayal and interpretation of intent. Excellent!
Read full commentPosted in In Perpetuum
Delicate description creating
Posted on Sun, 03 Jan 2016
Delicate description creating strong images.
'A weed is merely a flower growing
Read full commentin a place of its own choosing’ That's what my grandmother used to say. There's a lesson in there.
Posted in The Hours
I think it reads well
Posted on Thu, 31 Dec 2015
I think it reads well together and separate.
Read full commentPosted in At the Year’s Gate
There's depth in the
Posted on Fri, 13 Nov 2015
There's depth in the description and movement through out. Lots to like.
Read full commentPosted in Home
You can feel the love in this
Posted on Thu, 22 Oct 2015
You can feel the love in this. Sad, the described processes, but this shows the smiles to be had too.
Read full commentPosted in Tissues
'but the butterflies, the sun
Posted on Thu, 22 Oct 2015
'but the butterflies, the sun, the smell
of fresh-shorn grass, too much for us
to carry, and indeed, not ours to take.'
Seems you managed to take so much more than you realised possible because it turned up here in this...
Read full commentPosted in 'The Borrowers' (Poetry Monthly)
Wistful and then wishful.
Posted on Thu, 22 Oct 2015
Wistful and then wishful.
Read full commentPosted in Blue Eternal
Well written with a great
Posted on Fri, 11 Sep 2015
Well written with a great voice of the time. You just knew it would end badly, but the sad part is she still didn't really see it that way. ' I guess that’s how it all went right for me. But today the optimism has gone. The synergy of that Summer...
Read full commentPosted in Summer of Love
There's a swiftness in the
Posted on Fri, 10 Jul 2015
There's a swiftness in the passing dancers.
'weightless
loveless
apart'
'dustless
lustless
empty' - nicely mirrored.
All sounds beautiful in appearance and perfectly functional, but...
Read full commentPosted in The Cleaners
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