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The night is silent and thick
with steaming fog draping the trees,
enveloping the ghostly deer
and muting the midnight owl.

I can barely hear
the creaking porch floorboards
under the rocking chair.

A book in my lap,
my hands together,
I can feel myself slowly dozing off
as the blue velvet clouds
blanket the sky.
©2008-2009 ~nepasavaler
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wonderful images...I can almost see them

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J'ai pensé que j'avais perdu ma mémoire mais je me rappelle tout
"Billy bob... bring me mah possum stu an' moonshine! I be feelin tha' late hunger!" he he... the mental images. Love this btw. A really scenic piece of writing, that I can literaly feel as I read it. Fave for me.

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Fear is the darkroom where negatives are developed.
Thank you! I'm glad they were vivid enough.

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~lost-souls ~poetic-forms *france *francophones
Haha, actually I had in mind Tori Amos' Boys For Pele record cover, but it's pretty dark and almost macabre. Oh, and the instrumental song "Lady of Dreams" by VAST.
Thank you!

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~lost-souls ~poetic-forms *france *francophones
Oh cool... I had not seen the album cover or heard the song. Had a quick look and listen and you really did get that atmosphere across... he he. You definitly have a very interesting side to your imagination.

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Fear is the darkroom where negatives are developed.

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