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ascension

one last broken
word
one first bite of
skin
let heaven and free will
ring
emancipation

thunderclap mistress
thirst obscene
lips parted
full
dripping sunset nectar
the moon is gold
my eyes are green

the world is radiant
jasper
the ceiling endless
aquamarine
i have bled into the river
weeping
it knows my name

Evangeline

Rene ~ May 5, 2013

For Magpie Tales



Young Woman Picking the Fruit of Knowledge, 1892 by Mary Cassatt
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  1. AnonymousMay 6, 2013 at 1:35 AM

    This is fantastic, orgasmic even!

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  2. CadMay 6, 2013 at 3:40 AM

    Interesting the way the two words obscene and Evangeline pull the whole thing together at the end...

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  3. BerowneMay 6, 2013 at 5:28 AM

    Graceful writing, and quite elegant...

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  4. UnknownMay 6, 2013 at 5:51 AM

    One of the finest things I've read in ever!

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  5. Mrs.TrellisMay 6, 2013 at 9:48 AM

    I'm all in favour of emancipation...

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  6. gautami tripathyMay 6, 2013 at 10:26 AM

    Wonderful stuff! Love it....

    I would rather pick the clouds

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  7. Laurie KolpMay 6, 2013 at 3:09 PM

    I love this, especially:

    i have bled into the river
    weeping
    it knows my name

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  8. Brian MillerMay 6, 2013 at 8:22 PM

    really cool use of color in this rene...there is an enchanting rhythm to it as well...free will...is it really as free? we still must live with the consequences of our actions...for better or worse...

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  9. Vodka MomMay 6, 2013 at 9:46 PM

    i have bled into the river


    ditto.


    i love you

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  10. hyperCRYPTICalMay 8, 2013 at 1:15 PM

    Very good!

    Anna :o]

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  11. Tess KincaidMay 9, 2013 at 1:42 PM

    Interesting twists and colors...nice...

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  12. MaryMay 11, 2013 at 5:40 PM

    We are allowed free will, which is a mixed blessing for sure. There are so many TEMPTATIONS that are hard to resist....especially when the world is radiant.

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  13. AnonymousMay 11, 2013 at 6:15 PM

    Another vote for the fantastic line
    "i have bled into the river
    weeping
    it knows my name" !!!
    Well Done !!

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  14. ClaudiaMay 11, 2013 at 6:15 PM

    really cool how you capture the energy of the pic renee.. and yes the free will...he knew it would be a risky business.. and i love that he doesn't force anything on us but lets us choose with all the risks it bears... really well penned

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  15. Vandana SharmaMay 11, 2013 at 11:12 PM

    TEMPTING INDEED...

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  16. brudbergMay 12, 2013 at 2:14 AM

    Temptations can indeed be hard to resist, and that's OK as long as we are aware of consequences... choose the temptations wisely.

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  17. kelvin s.m.May 12, 2013 at 9:36 AM

    ...it is easy to be lost in so many things that lures our senses... anyhow, thank goodness there's always another chance to rise again... smiles...

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  18. dragyonflyMay 12, 2013 at 2:58 PM

    Beautiful beautiful write!! the radiance of the words tell the story...the colors and the flavors all are so tangible...the word Evangeline is so startling yet, expected. And the river..well, it knows all of our names, yes? Excellent word arrangements (I am not a sophistocated critic)but I feel so much here. Thank you for sharing....

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