Read the following passage.
Felt a little summer
Lingering behind
In the paint on my skin
And the keys in my mind
In Line 4, 'keys' most nearly means:
Strange, since it was summer
But the room felt freezing to me
And staying wasn't a question
Since an end I couldn't see
If x=0, and the coordinate pair is not the origin, what is y?
Why is undefined
Having grown away from UsedToBe
Like the loose curls of inspiration
Smoking tendrils sticking to me
According to Paragraph 3, the main purpose of the 'curls' and 'tendrils' is that:
I remember the icy dreams
Etched on paper from before
Now sparks in my throat
And color on the floor
Which of the following expressions represents this situation?
A tinge of apricot euphoria plus
A stroke of puce rage times
A smear of topaz bliss
(Or) A tint of mauve passion minus
A flash of cyan charm raised to
A frenzy of saffron avarice
(Or) A dash of loathing vermilion plus
A drop of zesty chartreuse divided by
A breath of glaucous wonder
(Or) A swirl of the envy tipped brush
The author implies that the brush is:
Skimming mistakes too dark
In all the right places
Sweeping triumphs so bold
Slowing for curves of the laces
Color eclipsing color
Inside out of lined bases
Hidden by the canvas veil
So for now they remain faceless
The absolute value is:
A) Everything
B) Special
C) Nothing
D) Silent
E) All of the above
Should the author delete the underlined portion of the passage? Why or why not?
Above hangs a balance
Of weariness and sleepiness
In the soft silence of the shadows
The girl grows up across the board
Dancing in overlapping circles
On seas of frost and silver
Crisscrossing lines in her wake
Double arcs and twinning stars
Shooting after her in frozen spray
The intertwining times
Intersect as they pierce her heart
But it is strongest when it's weak
And she gets back up on her feet
Roping in cold air to give
Her heart functions--still, she lives--
What is the limit of the function?
Leaving all limits behind.
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Shards of Sand
PoetryMore scribbles, more musings, more jotted thoughts. More hope, more heart. Written on napkins smudged with adventure, in watery margins lined with words, in every inch of pastel colored programs. Written on balconies and benches. Inspired by people...
