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Fan Area => Roleplaying (Communitive Storywriting) => Topic started by: BlackAcre on January 25, 2006, 09:56:48 pm

Title: Dinner
Post by: BlackAcre on January 25, 2006, 09:56:48 pm

There is an saying from the Wise Old Kran, \"The grey stones are not soft because we cannot make ourselves.\"  

I think my creator was an angry god.  
Being the children of angry makers has turned some of the Stone
at Right angles to Peace and Accord with the Breathers.
Because we don\'t eat the same Feasts.

Though my Words translate well enough,
how can I Communicate with those that Excrete Waters,
they don\'t understand Living Still
I don\'t understand the Taste of Skin and Bark.

Is it pleasant, or like the red, smooth clay--to restore whole.
If I were understood, we may have dinner yet.

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Post by: lanser on January 25, 2006, 10:20:24 pm

Hokinon Korere bows in awe of the poetical Kran

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Post by: zorbels on January 26, 2006, 01:56:50 am

A very well constructed poem, I enjoyed it very much.

/me gives a clap and whistles \\o/