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callalily Junior Member
since 2011-05-22
Posts 22 |
it is irrelevant in the twilit hour why or where the songbirds return from, many things are not explainable, of all lessons taught, I know, without discernable reason, some things just are -I am a rice-paper child, jaggedly torn, fearing rain that will render me invalid, I wear my heart on a bangle, my pride balanced on this blade, there is nothing about me that is not compromised -fruit is sweetest forbidden, the stain on my lips, scarlet, while you are consumed by tragedy and ghosts, I queue once again as the tenor notes dance a slow twirl around us -you, seeding my womb with implications far-reaching, excuses jumbling in my ear, disrupting my melody, I give timelessness in return, a carte blanche for your treason, and only ask for one thing [hear my song] still, you are tone-deaf while this lament plays on and on, unnoticed amongst thievery, echoing within wildflowers, insignificantly resounding along the tin roof of my spendthrift soul and even though I know it does no good to question, as the sun slowly seeps across the plaid horizon, I wonder who it would matter to besides me, if not you I wonder if it matters at all why the nightingale sings at dawn |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
Excellent. I've read it twice. I will read it again. And again. I'm saving it. You excelled here. Your emotions cut deep, your pain is wary. To be able to write this is a tribute to your sanity, because from your words you have gone through literal hell in the romance department. I'll not forget this one. ~ 24 hours in a day ... 24 beers in a case .... Coincidence? ~ |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
Welcome to Pip, dear callalily, love your name ... a double flower. I agree with Jerry, your first offering here is excellent. Sad, but so intensely rendered. Poetry at its best. To whom it matters? To all, when we are aware of being One. I love to think that the nightingale sings just for you, for she knows your pain. Love, Margherita |
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ice Member Elite
since 2003-05-17
Posts 3404Pennsylvania |
Excellent poetry...topic and form. Reads well, as the cadence marries itself well with the theme. Lovely with sadness, Romantically expressed. |
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jwesley Member Rara Avis
since 2000-04-30
Posts 7563Spring, Texas |
Loved this! All three reads! Wonderfully done my friend. j. |
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callalily Junior Member
since 2011-05-22
Posts 22 |
your comments made me smile.. thank you, I appreciate them  |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
...I am a rice paper child... Awesome line... Welcome to Passions! Please check your email for a Very Special Welcome! " It matters not this distance now " Excerpt, Yesterday's Love |
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callalily Junior Member
since 2011-05-22
Posts 22 |
thank you so much! |
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