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Thicket Of Words by ~Jarona:iconJarona:



Thicket Of Words

The thicket is dense, impenetrable
The girl searches and peruses the tendrils and stalks of memory
The earth is leaf littered with discarded thought
Which wends its way down streams of confusion
Into cascades of neglect
The girl is lost but she has a sharp mind
With which she cuts
The words and images fall away into oblivion
The shimmering voices of the forgotten fading into non-existence
A realization suddenly starts from the undergrowth
disappearing into the cirrostratus of wisdom
The brush echoes to epiphanies and recollections
The flashes of insight fly all around her, buzzing softly
At last, the girl finds what she is looking for
That special sound, just the right word
it lies curled up in a swathe of abstract design
she carefully picks it up and weighs it in her hand.
Before turning
And leaving the thicket.
©2008-2009 ~Jarona
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Submitted: May 11, 2008
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A poem about finding just the right thing to say.

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This is a poem made rich with metaphor. I can vividly see the girl cutting her way through the thicket, searching for just the right thing to say.

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Can a human being fly like a humming bird if they consume enough candy, frappucinos, and white chocolate covered espresso beans dipped in powdered sugar? >_>
Aaawhhh! Thank you so much :) I absolutely love it! The words you used and the metaphors indeed! Brilliant :) Awh xD Charming :)

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"The girl is lost but she has a sharp mind
With which she cuts"

nice.

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i less than three myself. x]
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beautiful imagery, and beautiful speech. it\'s delightful when one finds something that not only sounds marvelous when read aloud, but also has a legitimate meaning.

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Art is a telephone line to the psyche. You just have to speak the right language.

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