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Kethry Member Rara Avis
since 2000-07-29
Posts 9082Victoria Australia 
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She weaves her sorrows strand by strand The taste of death held in her hand In sunlit grove the maiden fair Lives in hope, weaves of despair She dreams of yesterday's release For nothing now can bring surcease Golden threads now turn to black Forgive the past but can't go back Her hand upon the spindle spent She weaves in sorrow and lament Lustrous beauty all can see Blind to her weave of misery Once a maiden proud and tall She had a love and knew his call But now she weaves in bitter tears A heart grown cold is what she fears The tapestry a picture bright Reflecting not the dark of night As she weaves the picture grows Instils the threads of sorrows' throes Her fingers bleeding red and sore Still she weaves of shadows more The love has spent the day is gone She's left to weave her sorrow song Weaving brings her heart to peace And calm when there is no release With weft and warp from sun to sun That come the nighttime is undone Morning reigns and in her hand She weaves her sorrows strand by strand Here in the midst of my lonely abyss, a single joy I find...your presence in my mind. Unknown [This message has been edited by Kethry (09-15-2002 08:10 AM).] |
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Sunshine
Administrator
Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
Kethry, you weren't meant to look so closely into the soul...but still, you do...and you write... |
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Crazy Eddie Member
since 2002-09-14
Posts 178 |
A fairytale poem whichever way you read it. Well done |
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Magnus
since 2001-10-10
Posts 14135South Carolina, USA |
Her fingers bleeding red and sore Still she weaves of shadows more The love has spent the day is gone She's left to weave her sorrow song Such sacrifice.... Beautiful poem Keth...thanx... |
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Marsha
since 2000-07-10
Posts 7423Maidstone Kent England |
Keth beloved heart sister and writer of the promise that is held within the breezes sigh, so often your writing touches the truth and clothes the mystery of life in words that reveal them for all to see. In this beautiful sorrow’s weep you have dressed the thoughts of ache in garments of glowing light. You’ve breathed your life into them and the poem lives and breathes in the readers soul. How you do what you do so well and apparently effortlessly I do not know, what I do know is if there ever came a day where your words didn’t affect me I would know I no longer lived. This is beautiful and lyrical, as always perfect do I love it of course I do it is utterly utterly utterly perfect. Wonderful writing darling heart absolutely wonderful As always Mushy    Breathe through the heat of our desire |
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VAS Member Rara Avis
since 2000-11-16
Posts 7450Oregon |
each line seems to be the warp and weft of what you weave I see the strands rise and fall darting over each other in a leap frog fashion creating strands of her life into a tapestry of beauty, even if she has sorrow in the end Whether on the shoal or on the shore, |
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Mistletoe Angel 
since 2000-12-17
Posts 32816Portland, Oregon |
 (big hugggssssss) Oh Kethry, this is so very sad, sweet friend, my heart goes out to all who feel these tears losing love special like that and I wish for the joy to return and have them quilting whole new visions of love! (sigh) This is heartfelt, sweet friend, we all love you so much! You have such a beautiful heart, sweet Kethry, thank you for sharing! May love and light always shine upon you! Love, Noah Eaton "Underneath your clothes there's an endless story..." |
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Marge Tindal
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
KethryDear~ You are just quite amazing ...~ 'Her hand upon the spindle spent She weaves in sorrow and lament' Such refinement of thought dear lady~ *Hugs* ~*Marge*~ ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ |
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Nightshade
since 2001-08-31
Posts 13962just out of reach |
Kethry- this is absolutely beautiful. Library bound it is!! Chris  Life is not measured by breaths you take, but by moments that take your breath away. |
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Bill Charles Member Patricius
since 2000-07-11
Posts 10619highways, & byways, for now |
Kethry - you write well my dear, very well.. BC |
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the_loner_23 Member Ascendant
since 2002-06-08
Posts 5479Jacksonville, Florida, USA |
Very well written Cold hands means a warm heart |
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Paul Wilson
since 2002-07-07
Posts 4711United States |
Kethry~ The weave of your words in this poem are so very nice. Thanks for sharing...Paul |
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NewEnglandlazurlu Member Rara Avis
since 2002-01-04
Posts 7470A Mountain Paradise |
Kethry ~~ I felt in reading this that I was feeling her sorrow and lamenting along with her. Beautifully written words of sadness and heartache. I am very impressed. Hugs, Marti Every now and then take a good look at something not made |
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Seymour Tabin Member Empyrean
since 1999-07-07
Posts 31720Tamarac Fla |
Keth. An excellent write. A keeper. |
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nakdthoughts Member Laureate
since 2000-10-29
Posts 19200Between the Lines |
A heart grown cold is what she fears.. I fear that too... Keth, your form and rhyming was expertly done. I love your word usage here and in your other poems. hugsss M |
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Mark Bohannan Member Rara Avis
since 2000-06-21
Posts 7269In the winds of Cherokee song |
Her hand upon the spindle spent She weaves in sorrow and lament ************** Once a maiden proud and tall She had a love and knew his call But now she weaves in bitter tears A heart grown cold is what she fears ************* Her fingers bleeding red and sore Still she weaves of shadows more The love has spent the day is gone She's left to weave her sorrow song ************* the whole poem is remarkable but the above lines and verses hold such powerful impact in them that it is hard not to fall into them. Your rhyme and your cadence do not falter either and this reads superbly with a way of pulling us into it. Very well done and a much enjoyed read. |
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ecrivan Member Elite
since 2001-12-10
Posts 3923my own state |
enjoyed the read and the message between the lines |
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Pilgrimage Member Elite
since 2001-12-04
Posts 3945Texas, USA |
Thank you for revisiting this one. It is quite, quite beautiful, and quite, quite, sad. Delicate as woven moonbeams and tears. Nan(Pilgrim variety) |
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ShadowRider Senior Member
since 2001-07-14
Posts 1038USA |
Keth, it is obvious there is regality buried in your genes somewhere that has a Renaissance quality to it. Well composed with each line in perfect accord with the next. jeff |
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Duncan Member Ascendant
since 2001-08-07
Posts 5455 |
Weaving brings her heart to peace And calm when there is no release With weft and warp from sun to sun That come the nighttime is undone Wow, this reminded me of a woman and a time I'd almost forgotten. Thanks for that. |
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