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Amberwood Ambrosia

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Amberwood: the place where every emotional gamut comes to surface--the rouletted game of a chanced heart singing out in its own distinct voice.Here, time is still, allowing the sun to break the dawn. Here we are ourselves, and in such honesty, give allowance to be broken so that we can become who we are meant to be...

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  • Adlestrop

    Posted on Wednesday October 8th, 2008 at 18:46 in famous poetry

    by Edward ThomasYes, I remember Adlestrop -- The name, because one afternoon Of heat the express-train drew up there Unwontedly. It was late June. The steam hissed. Someone cleared his throat. No one left and no one cameOn the bare platform. What I s...

  • Spelling

    Posted on Wednesday September 10th, 2008 at 16:09 in famous poetry

    -Margaret AtwoodMy daughter plays on the floorwith plastic letters,red, blue & hard yellow,learning how to spell,spelling,how to make spells.I wonder how many womendenied themselves daughters,closed themselves in rooms,drew the curtainsso they co...

  • The Power of Suicide

    Posted on Monday August 25th, 2008 at 16:20 in famous poetry

    by Muriel Rukeyser, 1968(on the departure of Sylvia Plath)"The potflower on the windowsill says to meIn words that are green-edged red leaves:Flower flower flower flowerToday for the sake of all the dead Burst into flower."...

  • Vexed

    Posted on Saturday July 12th, 2008 at 13:03 in my work

    If I be vexed Let my soul sing all the more, Lost in a place of unknowing When the stage around Looses voice. copyright melanie faith 2008...

  • Reflections of Eternity

    Posted on Friday June 6th, 2008 at 16:32 in my work

    In breezy thought I remember— Remember that you are gone But will remain, Though seasons call you hence, Our spirits stay the same. In love’s ardor glance, A silent glimpse is seen— A view from heaven, Passions filled, A glimpse of cri...

  • Kindness

    Posted on Monday June 2nd, 2008 at 15:32 in famous poetry

    by: Sylvia Plath Kindness glides about my house.Dame Kindness, she is so nice!The blue and red jewels of her rings smokeIn the windows, the mirrorsAre filling with smiles.What is so real as the cry of a child?A rabbit's cry may be wilder...

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