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4th Oct 2013 00:02am
Chilling....Compelling
...And from from within the fog, fear creeps forward--taking the form of.....
This piece truly speaks to the imagination, my friend!
...And from from within the fog, fear creeps forward--taking the form of.....
This piece truly speaks to the imagination, my friend!
4th Oct 2013 00:07am
4th Oct 2013 00:46am
4th Oct 2013 6:12pm
Anonymous
4th Oct 2013 00:50am
Nothing more terrifying than blackest black when we have to rely on our other senses, this was a bit chilling, well done.
4th Oct 2013 4:35pm
4th Oct 2013 2:00pm
Had to take
a deep breath
to compensate the
suffocating image ...
Very well composed, dart!
a deep breath
to compensate the
suffocating image ...
Very well composed, dart!
4th Oct 2013 4:32pm
4th Oct 2013 6:29pm
when I lived in San Francisco,
my favourite walks were through
the wet fog as the mist blew in
off the Pacific Ocean. Your poem
brought me right back to those
lonely, damp strolls of my
frivolous youth...
my favourite walks were through
the wet fog as the mist blew in
off the Pacific Ocean. Your poem
brought me right back to those
lonely, damp strolls of my
frivolous youth...
5th Oct 2013 2:01am
for me the breeze is
off the Thames and
it carries with it smells
and history and slaps
you in the face at night...
and I often walk beside
it in the dark thinking
and feeling...
off the Thames and
it carries with it smells
and history and slaps
you in the face at night...
and I often walk beside
it in the dark thinking
and feeling...
5th Oct 2013 9:24am
