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Disjointed Lines |
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Chalmette Guy Senior Member
since 2009-03-11
Posts 1257Louisiana 
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He wrote to her of himself in lines on a page Freed all his emotions from their gilded cage Took to the air like birds on the wing Looking for a place to nest in every little thing She reads the words of her beauty, classic and fair Fingers brush through her soft and feathered hair A smile that speaks of beseeching wings of the dove And soft calls on a day that brings a hint of love The words cannot explain all there is to know Of how much he lives to see her glow All he can offer are symbols and signs But it all comes out as so many disjointed lines |
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Member Seraphic
since 2000-01-18
Posts 22676with you |
*sigh* lovely  |
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suthern
since 1999-07-29
Posts 20723Louisiana |
This is obviously not autobiographical... the lines that flow from your pen are the viennese waltz of words... smooth, elegant and so very beautiful. *S* |
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martiniat8 Senior Member
since 2003-06-21
Posts 897Prague, Bohemia, Czech Republic |
Awesome, great teaching read. Thanks for letting us in |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
To the reader your lines feel perfectly aligned to harmony and love. But it is true that we always get the feeling of not saying "it" enough well, not succeeding in expressing fully what we actually feel. But you are doing very well! Love, Margherita |
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Suncleaver Member
since 2009-01-18
Posts 481Stafford England |
A wonderful poem, my friend. But within those disjointed lines is the essence of all things. 'Wailing voices on the wind, urging me to turn. Distant tortured screams. Cold blue fires burn'. |
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