The Ghosting Flame

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Liz
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Sat Mar 08, 2008 6:05 am
Liz says... · Sat Mar 08, 2008 6:05 am
Always you have been there
to staunch the weeping window-wound,
just beyond my bedroom.
Nowadays your shadow is dimmer.
I even believe I can see
the agapanthuses through you,
and your hair is more like the burning
of the sunset that is tipped out
over the back garden.
purple sneakers
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Treanna_Kills
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Sun Mar 09, 2008 5:51 am
Treanna_Kills says... · Sun Mar 09, 2008 5:51 am
To be honest I only chose this poem because it had to replies yet. After I read it, I couldn't understand why. I like the over all message of the poem. Lines 1=6 flow beautifully, WHAT HAPPENED TO 7=9???

It seems as if the actual rhythm and melodic flow of the poem just dropped after line 6, I don't understand. Either way, the poem is still good, and well worded, just try to fix the flow in the last few lines.
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For a short space of time I remained at the window watching the pallid lightnings that played above Mont Blanc and listening to the rushing of the Arve, which pursued its noise way beneath. The same lulling sounds acted as a lullaby to my too keen sensations; when I placed my head upon my pillow, sleep crept over me; I felt it as it came and blessed the giver of oblivion.
— Mary Shelley, Frankenstein