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"Ponytail" by Last Exit

up
from the soles
a restless silken quake
this life
this absolute death
a serenade
unapologetic

Rene ~ May 26, 2013

For Magpie Tales




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  1. Brian MillerMay 26, 2013 at 10:11 PM

    nice..powerful verse....life and death entertwine..and its best lived unapologetically

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  2. HelenMay 26, 2013 at 10:15 PM

    Beautiful, strong poetry, Rene.

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  3. AnonymousMay 27, 2013 at 3:53 AM

    Wow very powerful loved it!

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  4. BerowneMay 27, 2013 at 5:42 AM

    Forceful and compelling...

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  5. Sherry Blue SkyMay 27, 2013 at 11:40 AM

    Such a strong write. Love the "unapologetic".

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  6. parentforward.blogspot.comMay 27, 2013 at 2:05 PM

    I Really Like The Wordplay In This, Very Clever,It Brings To Mind Youth And Beauty And A Spirit Of Energy Unaware Of That Power.

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  7. JinksyMay 27, 2013 at 3:40 PM

    Very enigmatic...

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  8. LaTonya BaldwinMay 27, 2013 at 6:49 PM

    swept up by both the image and movement here. well done.

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  9. henry clemmonsMay 28, 2013 at 7:58 PM

    True, it doesn't apologize. Great economy of words creating a strong image.

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  10. AnonymousMay 28, 2013 at 10:17 PM

    No apologies necessary...nice poem :)

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  11. AnonymousMay 29, 2013 at 8:21 AM

    This is beautiful and full of soul. I love it. I enjoy your style of writing.

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  12. JeffMay 29, 2013 at 10:53 AM

    A serenade not to be wasted invites a dance partner.

    Sing, sing, dance on.

    Cheers!

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  13. Susan LindquistMay 30, 2013 at 7:59 AM

    Life force shivers and moves up and out of this piece ... love it ...

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  14. Tess KincaidMay 30, 2013 at 6:21 PM

    Love your soles/souls word play...

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