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Swing, Swing by Elizabeth SeagoLife has
Burst
Into fourty-three thousand iridescent
Shards on your
Canopy.
Beautiful to behold,
yet certainly nowhere you'd like to sleep.
01/21/2007
Author's Note: Fragments linger in the fabric, doll.
Posted on 01/21/2007 Copyright © 2025 Elizabeth Seago
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| Posted by Steven Kenworthy on 01/22/07 at 01:22 AM such a wise statement for a poet of such youth. your mind is obviously matured well beyond its years...which is what i generally like about your style. although the swing my have shards, in time...a breeze will sweep them all away and you'll realize that everyone is full of dangerous edges when they're young and growing. lastly...if life weren't an explosion, or if it were even a predictable one...would it be worth living? |
| Posted by Max Phineas on 01/22/07 at 04:22 AM Just wow. There is so much to be said for how such succinctness provides such a huge punch. Beautiful piece!!! |
| Posted by Joe Cramer on 01/22/07 at 04:36 PM Wonderfully written! |
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