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Seymour Tabin
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0 posted 2000-01-23 02:45 PM



Beyond the door of metaphor

I strolled amongst some old debris.
And sat where used to be a tree.
I stared into the misty air,
But there was nothing really there.

There was no house of warm appeal.
Not even a tree of special feel.
The lonely path showed lonely still.
And the loneliness made me ill.

But memories played the scene anew
And time reeled back without a cue.
Faces, moments, all were there.
Every scene, a scene to stare.

Who can view his life once more,
Without the wish to change the core?
But wishes cannot change the die,
Of anything, that has gone bye.

It's over now and I am here.
And everything that I held dear,
Is gone. The house, garden, the tree.
And most the lonely path, to thee.

Invisible, except, in metaphor.
But God how clear I see that door.

© Copyright 2000 Seymour Tabin - All Rights Reserved
Martie
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1 posted 2000-01-23 02:58 PM


Sy--you have managed to make my heart hurt with this one.  
Munda
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2 posted 2000-01-23 02:59 PM


*Sigh* Beautiful Sy !
Seymour Tabin
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3 posted 2000-01-23 04:51 PM


Martie,
If it managed to do that then it is good, thank you *L* Sy
Munda,
Thank you Munda, for the sigh.

Elizabeth Santos
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4 posted 2000-01-23 04:51 PM


Sy,
You have taken me back to a special time in your life, and have warmed my heart
What a beautiful poem
Love ya
Liz

Denise
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5 posted 2000-01-23 04:58 PM


I, too, have visions of the past
Of kindly times that didn't last
That tree, that house, familiar places
In memories I see those faces
Now misty-eyed for times gone bye
I dwell there often with a sigh
My heart near breaking to the core
My lips are praying, 'just once more'
Along that path where I could find
The best of times that were so kind.

Beautiful, heartbreaking poem, Seymour.
Well done.

Denise

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6 posted 2000-01-23 06:10 PM


Would had I but known
though lifes forces shown
through yon past's door,

I would not have flown
so high, so long gone,
but have lingered a little more.

Thank you Sy.  You have once again inspired me onward.

 Sunshine
Look, then, into thine heart, and write ~~~ Henry Wadsworth Longfellow



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7 posted 2000-01-23 08:23 PM


Seymour-

A *sigh* wrung from within,
Writ with poet's flowing pen.
Looking twice
through door of life ..
longing to enter again.

Knock Knock
Who's there?
Open door
to life
once more

~Marge~



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Poet deVine
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8 posted 2000-01-23 10:07 PM


My, how you have grown in talent...wonderful, Sy! Just wonderful!
First__Knight
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9 posted 2000-01-23 10:25 PM


Oh Sy....I love old places to sit and think.  Your words weave so well together and bring the picture so clear.  Thank you

 
I don't buy temporary insanity as they murder defense. Because
people kill people. That's and animal instinct. I think breaking
into someone's home and ironing all their clothes is temporary
insanity.



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10 posted 2000-01-23 10:42 PM


Excellent writing, Sy.

I peeked through door of metaphor
But I just can't recall what for!  

Skyfyre
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11 posted 2000-01-23 11:23 PM


This is going to sound insane, but I guess that goes with my whole image around here anyway ... *g*

...but this reminded me of a children's book that I still adore -- "The Giving Tree," by Shel Silverstein.  A lovely story of unconditional love, and not knowing what you've got until it is gone ...

This was truly moving, Sy -- if it tells you anything, I still cry when I read that book.  

--Kess


 Full fathom five thy father lies,
Of his bones are coral made,
Those are pearls that were his eyes;
Nothing of him that doth fade
But doth suffer a sea-change
Into something rich and strange...


--William Shakespeare, from The Tempest


Seymour Tabin
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12 posted 2000-01-24 08:19 AM


Elizabeth,
Thank you for the kind words. Love Sy
Denise,
What a wonderful poem in response, thank you so much. *L* Sy
Sunshine,
Beautiful response, loved your little poem. *L* Sy
Marge,
Enjoyed your comment so much, thank you. *L* Sy
Poet deVine,
You are one of my favorites, thank you so much. *L* Sy
First,
Wonderful comment, thank you.
Balladeer,
Excellent from you means much, thank you. Sy
Sky,
A lovely comment thank you. Sy

fc
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13 posted 2000-01-24 10:25 AM


this gets a big WOW from me....loved it
Meadowmuse
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14 posted 2000-01-24 10:33 AM


And such a metaphor you've employed here. There is much to be said for resolve, but how difficult it can be, indeed. The lonely path has turned 'round and is once again a memory...so sad, and so well conveyed.

Dear LadyClaire



spiked
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15 posted 2000-01-24 10:36 AM


With your words you paint a wonderful picture.
Love the vision you have installed in my minds eye
Thanks
Richard

HelmutB
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16 posted 2000-01-24 03:05 PM


I know I wrote this reply once before.
But your poem made me do it.
They say I'm a dreamer, but I'm not the only one.
I can see the door your looking at oh so well, decribed through your words so real.
The old dark wood I feel.
So well, I want to knock.

I'm running out of excellent, very good very nice, but you know I'm a fan of your poetry.



 The ability to describe life with words is similar to painting a picture; both can be powerful tools.


Seymour Tabin
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17 posted 2000-01-24 07:55 PM


fc,
Thank you for the WOW.
Meadow,
A large thank you. Sy
Spiked,
Thank you for the very nice comment.
Helmut,
You are a good fan and I thank you for the warm words.

Fred Hobbs
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18 posted 2000-01-24 08:28 PM


Sy,  

This is excellent!  You've managed to paint a haunting portrait here.

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