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Mm, yes.   I find that the sultry of subtlety does not hide well among the obvious!   We catch each others eye across crowded parlors to steal off in the wings for sodden romantic whispers.   Her muted presence is a cloud born particle of dust – gathering the purest droplets, to fall, and falling waters accreting into mighty rivers churning earth.   Shamefully, perhaps by nature of a poetique, my proclivity is to paint nuance up like a dime-store **** parade her around in metaphors under my propped writing arm, my free hand palming a chained timepiece... Oh how these nuances matter as I slip a moment back into the pocket of time.
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Dec 16, 2014
Dec 16, 2014 at 1:10 PM UTC
Nuances Matter (spontaneously inspired 10 minute rant)
Mm, yes.   I find that the sultry of subtlety does not hide well among the obvious!   We catch each others eye across crowded parlors to steal off in the wings for sodden romantic whispers.   Her muted presence is a cloud born particle of dust – gathering the purest droplets, to fall, and falling waters accreting into mighty rivers churning earth.   Shamefully, perhaps by nature of a poetique, my proclivity is to paint nuance up like a dime-store **** parade her around in metaphors under my propped writing arm, my free hand palming a chained timepiece... Oh how these nuances matter as I slip a moment back into the pocket of time.
This "thing" was inspired by a comment by one as fine a poet (as my first blush will be confirmed) as I've seen in these parts.   Marshal Gebbie http://hellopoetry.com/marshal-gebbie/  (wow)
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Dec 16, 2014
Dec 16, 2014 at 1:10 PM UTC
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