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Michael
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Member Rara Avis
since 1999-08-13
Posts 7666California 
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Scound I just can’t recall anyone Asking me what I think… Problem is I do sometimes, And too often that spills ink. My pen might be a loaded gun, For all the good that it does… Life lost to convoluted rhymes – Just credit the man I was. And so I face another day Of destiny, profound… To draw your scorn, to tempt all fate – To bear the mark of scound. I wish I could just walk away, Somehow turn back from ledge… But Misery I will not sate Without a dying pledge. And so I spread my wings of wax, If christened in the thought… Look to the sun, all hope undone – Another “She loves me not.” The words string out, just like a rope Unnoticed, as I’m flying… In truth but a ‘flection of hope Tethered to a soul dying. For in all I’ve known – all I’ve felt That lands but words on page… In the end, I shall not pretend, (The world no longer my stage), That I can’t feel the feathers melt While still trying to reach her… Or hear the whispers in the wind Damning me to beseech her. Michael Anderson I could not love except where Death Was mingling his with Beauty’s breath — Or Hymen, Time, and Destiny Were stalking between her and me EAP |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
Love to see when writers make up words, and "scound" is a good'n. A woe begone tale that seems to never quite finish with the telling. Where love lies adrift upon the rocky sea of passion-spent, answers never come easily. Hang in there, Buddy. ~* If they give you lined paper, write the other way. ~*~ |
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JL Member Ascendant
since 2004-04-01
Posts 6128Texas, USA |
Gifted should be the title of this. Would the self-obsessed and self-absorbed one-way person be at the edge of a cliff wanting to end it all? Here it seems the “scound” has the heart to listen to that wind damning him to beseech her. Maybe there is hope for the “scound” after all. Maybe this is his turning point and not the edge of a cliff, sort of a subconscious marker, saying, pen what you will the past is past and should be left in the past. This is really a great write. I am probably way off on my read, but it was enjoyable. JL  Love the Lord your God with all your heart, and with all your soul,and with all your mind. Love your neighbor as yourself. Maranatha! |
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2islander2 Member Ascendant
since 2008-03-12
Posts 6825by the sea |
it seems to me michael that you shared here the story of Icarius, it works so well with the desire of write, thanks for the well written work, the enjoyable write, yann |
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suthern
since 1999-07-29
Posts 20723Louisiana |
You took me on a rollercoaster ride of emotions... from puzzlement that your thoughts wouldn't be sought to gratitude they spill from pen to be cherished again and again... from the weight of discouragement to the momentary soar of spread wings then a plummet that brings despair, not exhileration. No safety belts here... just sheer magnificence! *S* |
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Lori Grosser Rhoden Member Patricius
since 2009-10-10
Posts 10202Fair to middlin' of nowhere |
Another great write Michael for all the above reasons...Here is a hug (your poetry always makes me want to give you one) Lori |
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Michael
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Member Rara Avis
since 1999-08-13
Posts 7666California |
JP, yeah, I took out a little “poetic licensing” with this one. Scound should be a word though, I wonder if one could submit it somewhere for review? JL, well, it’s a matter of one not viewing himself as a scound but being viewed as one by those around him… mostly for his unwillingness to heed good advice, but rather follow his heart to yet another cliff, remembering all to clearly the results of such a venture. Mayhap there is hope for him… after all, that is truly what’s driving him, hope. Yann, poor Icarus has been a way too often abused theme by me of late… I’m glad you enjoyed, even so. Ruth, the shear vexation at the end of such a plummet I will never be able to justify with mere words. Still, I willfully take myself back to that ledge again and again, against all better judgments and advice. Alas, I’m so broken I had to make up a word to describe me… scound. It fits, though. Lori, I gratefully accept your (hug). Thank you. |
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Alison
since 2008-01-27
Posts 9318Lumpy oatmeal makes me crazy! |
Sometimes you leave me speechless ... in a good way. A |
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Kit McCallum
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Member Laureate
since 2000-04-30
Posts 14774Ontario, Canada |
Michael, to read the depth in your words is always a delight for me. Such a wonderful and visual piece. Loved the flow. Best wishes, Kit |
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