Whispery Night

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ton321
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Counting the beats,
Counting the slow heart beats,
The bleeding to death of time in slow heart beats,
Wakeful they lie.

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Interesting angle on stasis and flow Tony, presence and transformation, the surreptitious nature in the whispers. I feel you have preserved and conveyed some of the experience.
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Hi Tony,
really like the end, water became rind, what happens if you start there?
(Bit baffled trying to follow line one into line two.)

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Not, mac

Thanks for the comments

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Counting the beats,
Counting the slow heart beats,
The bleeding to death of time in slow heart beats,
Wakeful they lie.

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Fri Jul 19, 2024 9:29 pm

Some lovely lines there, and some perfunctory ones.

This to me would be almost perfect:

Whatever thought the water had, froze.
The nights dream was captured in time,
the canal had made up its mind-
water became ice, became rind.

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Good suggestion kris
Counting the beats,
Counting the slow heart beats,
The bleeding to death of time in slow heart beats,
Wakeful they lie.

Robert Graves
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