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Bumping this to bring it to the attention of more readers.

I feel in it also a sort of invitation to surrender, to let go and to trust, patiently... it "pays" - - - I witnessed, in January of a desert, outbursts of millions anemones' blossom which transformed hills and plaines into a kingly carpet of red and green.... What a beautiful, beautiful poem...

those are excellent interpretations, worthy of their own poems... i thought about the one blade i see, in a whirling propeller, that goes much slower, as in an optical illusion.

Thank you cousin, exactamente.

I too am familiar with this world. What reverberates in this poem is the innocence of a child in a dark world beyond her knowing.

Rough stone walls on Old Hampton Road chiselled from the quarry and carted by the convict man Lashed to ankle chains he passed the rocks sharp and heavy down the line so the wardens and colonists might live a comfortable existence Just down the road from the shingled roofs a monstrous rock prison rose like a gothic horror built by the shipped offender and his cellmates that they might live if only like animals in the melting pit of squalor...

Thanks Delta

This is phenomenal.

I would really love some more feedback on this poem. =]

Outstanding. Delta, your poetry keeps getting better and better. I really liked this: Quote: Now older, you reel and slur in smelly fermented wheat mingled with clouds of stale tobacco