Solitude's Fist
by Lee Garrett
Tuesday, July 26, 2005
Rated "G" by the Author.
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Thoughts from the crucible... |
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In solitude's fist,
Pounded by obsidian dream,
Insolvant hope grows cold.
Dragged from an anvil of shadow,
I am quenched in crimson tides.
Regret has lodged
In the thin tissues of reason,
A wounded beast demanding
The mercy of Death.
But I have truth in the crucible.
Life is defiance,
a treasury of pain,
And like a phoenix,
I love the hotest flame,
a flickering door to something new.
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| Reviewed by Regis Auffray |
8/3/2005 |
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There is much meaning interwoven in your verses here, Lee. Thank you for sharing it. Love and peace to you.
Regis |
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| Reviewed by Robert Montesino |
7/31/2005 |
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| Profound & inspiring write, your word choice paints a vivid picture full of hope for the mortality of man, in short flesh & bone will turn to dust but the spirit survives! well done! |
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| Reviewed by Leysa Lowery |
7/27/2005 |
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| I join the others' reviews -- the imagery here is colorful, powerful. Nicely done. |
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| Reviewed by Huda Orfali |
7/27/2005 |
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Wonderful imagery, Lee
It's always pleasure to read your work
love and peace |
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| Reviewed by jude forese |
7/27/2005 |
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| well developed unnatural juxtapositions and combinations of imagery ... |
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| Reviewed by Mary Quire |
7/26/2005 |
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| I love the imagery. Very nicely done, Lee. |
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