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Seasons of an Unsung Friend
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Seasons of an Unsung Friend |
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Klassy Lassy Member Elite
since 2005-06-28
Posts 2187Oregon |
He doesn't know I am fragments that he holds within his palms Although he mends my rending heart an offering pure, in psalms ends its wafting on the wind like brittle autumn leaves. He doesn't know he carried me (my feet flagged; the race too swift) Nor that his song haunts hidden spaces and harbors in memory's rift-- like Zamphir on summer eves. He doesn't know he trod my soul with his wise and gentle laugh Yet tender-touched, with fathomed eye my secret wintered past like some sacred treasure. He doesn't know he leaves that desert an oasis, radiant, welling Whose fount claims my thirsting spirit from in empty, vagrant dwelling-- To quench the heat of dust-burned feet like Spring's rushing pleasure. |
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Klassy Lassy Member Elite
since 2005-06-28
Posts 2187Oregon |
just to post to a thread... |
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MGROVES
since 2004-02-01
Posts 3802california |
very touching My spirit will rise |
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Enchantress Member Empyrean
since 2001-08-14
Posts 35113Canada eh. |
"He doesn't know he carried me (my feet flagged; the race too swift) Nor that his song haunts hidden spaces and harbors in memory's rift-- like Zamphir on summer eves." Beautiful Karen..my favourite stanza above. Hugs~Nancy ~ Trace my body with your words, |
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scorpio Member Ascendant
since 2002-10-02
Posts 5178right...there |
Perhaps he needs to be told. Beautifully written. believe in what your heart feels... |
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James_A_Fraser Senior Member
since 2003-09-03
Posts 972Out Making Anticlines |
How could he not? You're so expressive here that you can't fail to have let him know, in person. When I read this, the phrase "lucky man" hovers behind my thoughts of it. |
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desert-spike Member
since 2006-02-01
Posts 194TX/USA |
I can relate. My wife did the same to me.  |
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The Lady Member Rara Avis
since 2005-12-26
Posts 7634The Southwest |
"He doesn't know he leaves that desert an oasis, radiant, welling Whose fount claims my thirsting spirit from in empty, vagrant dwelling-- To quench the heat of dust-burned feet like Spring's rushing pleasure." Exquisite Karen. |
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OwlSA Member Rara Avis
since 2005-11-07
Posts 9347Durban, South Africa |
Excellent, exquisite and delicately sensitive! I love this. - Owl |
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Magnus
since 2001-10-10
Posts 14135South Carolina, USA |
Superly written "just to post and thread".. You should feel quite comfortable with your writings...they are silky smooth. |
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iliana Member Patricius
since 2003-12-05
Posts 13434USA |
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Dark Stranger Member Patricius
since 2001-03-19
Posts 13631West Coast |
some edges in this seems smoothed over with your lady ways enjoyed it |
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Klassy Lassy Member Elite
since 2005-06-28
Posts 2187Oregon |
The replies are appreciated. This poem is an old write, one which refuses to edit smoothly, so your comments are very generous. Thank you for the smiles! ~ Karen ~ |
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Klassy Lassy Member Elite
since 2005-06-28
Posts 2187Oregon |
DS ... lady lisping.. thank you |
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Klassy Lassy Member Elite
since 2005-06-28
Posts 2187Oregon |
Enchantress, thank you for the review....the soft air, soft melodies, and soft hearts of summer can be very bewitching! That was my favorite verse too. |
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