Brother, angel
me, a slow cat growl,
he, an ocean blue seer,
a son of blushing peace
me, the wilder,
would bleed self velvet
dazzle you cake cool
long not for desire,
die by concrete crap
forgive from belly.
(Another poem inspired by the Oracle. Try it out.)
Sibling love is strong,
Through right and wrong
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It can be.
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some great images!
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Thanks – love how these turn out (at times)
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I was like, “Don’t say he’s dead, don’t say he’s dead,” the whole time I read! It made me really like the siblings, and I’m impressed at how you were able to forge characters in such a short space!
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Thank you. This was forged from magnetic poetry, although the characters are pretty true – my brother was elevated to angel in my mother’s eyes. Always steamed me, lol.
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I like this V.J. – so much below the words that those of us with sibs get on many levels
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That rivalry thing is quite universal.
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absolutely – it pulls us down or pushes us forward
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