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Michael
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Member Rara Avis
since 1999-08-13
Posts 7666California 
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The Exchange Those gifts you left, for one bereft, Ah yes, they fit quite well. Tailor-made to grieve, I do believe They make life living hell. Silence, the first, and yes, the worst; (With keen and cunning edge), Has laid to waste those hopes I paced To keep me 'top this ledge. Still that photo I can't let go, And hold on through thick and thin, Daily tells me we’ll never be More than a remember when. And these scars on wrist, one last sobering twist – Your nails, they left their mark... When you thought to save me from the grave, Then cast me to the dark. And so I scour each dying hour For a reason to go on... For a will, long dead, for emotion, bled; For vanity, so long ago, drawn. Now from the Hall of Nothing Left, at all, There comes this song for you. Slightly off-key, but hey, it's me; What more would you have me do? My final gift, as the memories drift Daily now, out of focus. Still the pain plays sharp as that Aeolian harp, Whose hopes never bespoke us. So I'll sing, this way, forever and a day; Or, at least until tomorrow... Till sun no longer shines for a dawn still mine To glimpse, if but through haze and sorrow. Michael Anderson 6/13/12 When one dines with wolves, it is moot if one is guest or entree. Trevanian |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
Your poetry to me always affects me like having to sing a patriotic song...I know the words and value greatly the emotion, but can't get the words past my throat for the silent strangle of deepest respect, and utmost humility.  |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
Off-key or not, sing the song and sing it loud. You may never have that range of emotions again. Wishing you well. ~*~ If they give you lined paper, write sideways. ~*~ |
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Startime1955 Senior Member
since 2012-04-22
Posts 1072Alberta, Canada |
Music sings through this poem to touch the heart of the reader...a delight to read such talent as you have...no matter what else life has for you your extreme talent can never be taken...*BIG HUGS* *may our dreams ever be magical* |
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suthern
since 1999-07-29
Posts 20723Louisiana |
Your nails, they left their mark... When you thought to save me from the grave, Then cast me to the dark. The heart is a strange thing and not always our friend... It can look with longing at the very one who kicked it into pieces and caused such agony - often letting hope send it down the path to another kick. But hearts also hear... even when ears are closed or complaining about discordance. *S* And with words like this, you need never worry about being off-key. *S* |
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ebonygirl Member Elite
since 2011-07-14
Posts 2000California U.S.A |
This one stirs me... emotionally deep. Ms. E |
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