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Offline MathieuF0X

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Seasons
« on: February 28, 2010, 07:32:03 pm »
Can you smell the sounds?
Can you hear the taste of rotten fruit?
This world is oh very strange...
I see the wafting scent of seasons.
Reach. Carpie.
Opposition twists the world.
Content.
See how the sounds ricochet throughout the lands?
Smell the taste of sweet flowers?
Synesthesia pushes the cradle that makes our brain ache,
But the seasons have brought thought to our heart,
And love to our mind.
« Last Edit: February 28, 2010, 07:37:54 pm by MathieuF0X »
"Every world has an end. Sometimes...you just have to look beyond reality."

"The world is my tide, but I am the ocean."

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Re: Seasons
« Reply #1 on: March 01, 2010, 04:52:43 pm »
I love how this bounces so freely between concrete clarity and abstract fragmentation. Forms a nice balance!

Really communicates the sort of mixed sensory experience of a change of seasons, you taste the sweetness in the air, you smell the leaves. It's all very mixed up.

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Re: Seasons
« Reply #2 on: March 01, 2010, 04:58:52 pm »
Thanks. I was feeling...indifferent when I wrote this, and I'm always looking for a reason to write something quirky. =) Thanks for your critique.
"Every world has an end. Sometimes...you just have to look beyond reality."

"The world is my tide, but I am the ocean."

Я Франк.

Чтобы видеть глаза купаются в свете, нужно сначала понять себя.