Dull Antares, more dangerous than any bright star
you are resentful and hunger for praise.
You hide in the darkest parts of the Milky Way
like a soothing syrup promising comfort for a cough—
sting of opium in your tail.
-- words courtesy of Big Tent
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Monday, June 14, 2010
Horoscorpio
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Delicious that you did so well, with so few words. This is great, Tiel. Antares, eh?
Nice, compact piece.
Nicely done.
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I like this. Economical use of the words but packing a punch nonetheless.
This piece makes me want to research Antares! I did enjoy your piece.
http://inthecornerofmyeye.blogspot.com/2010/06/looking-for-love.html
very nice
and no traces of the wordle about it.
(hey, congrats on the PA ghazal)
"more dangerous than any bright star you are resentful and hunger for praise."
I really enjoyed this line. I could see the jealousy. The poem was short sweet and well done.
Short but with a nice message. I like it.
http://troublebeingstrong.blogspot.com/2010/06/call-to-hunger.html
ooh. i like how you created the image so powerfully in a small space. and ending with the sting!
I like your title. It makes the sting of your ending work so well.
Heartily agree with the other comments. This is a dense potion.
Nice one... pretty cool
Yes!
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