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Reverie
by Anchor
Recommends (22)
Mon, Jan 11, 2010 @ 3:19 PM
 
panu
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permalink   Mon, Jan 11, 2010 @ 4:10 PM
i think it not untoward to deem this magnificent. and i do.
timberman
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permalink   Mon, Jan 11, 2010 @ 9:51 PM
Enigmatic and very elegant, Anchor. Sometimes a certain line or phrase in your poetry gets stuck in my head. Labyrinth of roses is one of those.
CiggiBurns
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permalink   Tue, Jan 12, 2010 @ 6:36 AM
I’ve listened to this three times now, Anchor, and find it unusually beautiful in its content and excution. It conjures up such richness for the senses to luxuriate in and, in common with so much that you do, it is permeated by an air of magic. In other words, I love it! xxxxxx
Zapac
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permalink   Thu, Jan 28, 2010 @ 6:57 AM
How… How can you do it?! I’m impressed.
Scott Altham
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permalink   Sat, Feb 6, 2010 @ 4:59 AM
Really refreshing to take a break for the musical offerings on the site and just follow your eloquent story telling words. My feeling is unless the backing is ultra subtle, adding music to work like this distracts from the intensity and ultimately it should be your words alone that we should hear.

Anyway, as always you’re creativity with words shines through.
oberonskye
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permalink   Sun, Mar 21, 2010 @ 8:28 AM
And who said Yeats is dead? Beautiful and mystic. Thank you.
onlymeith
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permalink   Tue, May 18, 2010 @ 12:49 PM
Excellent poem Anchor. Now I´m working on a remix with this great recitative.
Snowflake
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permalink   Thu, May 20, 2010 @ 10:26 PM
your words leave me speechless….and my soul opened. you are a painter of words Anchor. beautiful.
essesq
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permalink   Sat, May 22, 2010 @ 7:43 PM
I’m glad you post your words along with your pellas. I often read this site, less often listen to it. I don’t know how many times I have read this but the first time I heard it was in Onlymeith’s remix. Hearing it now, on it’s own, is striking.

Your voice speaks these words and images as though they are the most ordinary things in the world. So it goes in the life of a poet.