the giant tortoise

This is the blog of Charisa, Pianist, Poet, Actress. Herein my poetry, tempests, exultations, tears and laughter are recorded upon glorious inspiration.

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She is red, vibrant, Pulsing to be seen, To be held and caressed. She is a petal releasing fragrance - Deep, scarlet scent; Will he notice? Will he be pleased? Oh agony! He breathes the air straight from her lungs. She is wilting - yet wills him deeper still, to uphold her crumbling strength. He is a god! A golden god. Her soul is bruised with his beauty.

Monday, August 23, 2004

Mrs. Tower
Jane prophesies that you and I will remarry.
Tower
(Interested)
Does she?
Mrs. Tower
(Tantalizing)
Yes. Do you believe in prophecy?
Tower
(Laconic)
I believe in free will.
Mrs. Tower
In your stories people are always swallowed up by a destiny they can't escape.
Tower
I never read my stories.

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