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Skyfyre
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0 posted 02-12-2000 01:54 AM       View Profile for Skyfyre   Email Skyfyre   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to Submit your Poem to Passions  View IP for Skyfyre

An expectation is a fickle thing;
That's half of hoping, half of wonder spun
But rare the day that manages to bring
Each dream we hoped to find when it begun.

We rather find a dance of compromise,
Where partners learn to hear that different drum,
Adapting to its rhythm.  Critic's eyes,
The eyes of flesh that instantly become

Assailed with flaws, when none were found in dreams,
Now hold a real, perhaps imperfect soul,
And truth of "is" divides the veil of "seems."
The fantasy and fact, when taken whole,

Might manifest themselves a greater thing
Than either was alone; or there may be
A union with a more unpleasant sting,
That sputters there, and dies.  What eyes may see,

Or souls perceive, may notably depart
From every expectation does this cast
A shadow urging forfeit?  Is the start
Of every day, each step of future past,

To be defined by "closer to the grave?"
Not so; there only needs a pliant mind,
That leaves the heart no longer censor's slave,
And smooths the flaws that crueler eyes might find,

That hands might feel the warmth no dream can lend.
Although the road may differ from our choice,
Perhaps it yet might prove the better end,
A song unknown, but sung in sweeter voice.



 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

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devina
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1 posted 02-12-2000 01:59 AM       View Profile for devina   Email devina   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for devina

Expectations, and compromise...the deed with which we abide...you've thought this one out well Kess...such a ringing of truth you've put in my ear!!!

 Open arms can be the most fragile in the world...
Astraea
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2 posted 02-12-2000 02:20 AM       View Profile for Astraea   Email Astraea   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Astraea

Wow.  I enjoyed this one very much, Kess, though I must admit that I had to read it over again just to get a vague notion, but once I realized it, the thought was lovely.  Me like.

~Astraea

 "Sometimes stars can only be seen in darkness."

"Sorrow's crown of sorrow is remembering happier things."


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3 posted 02-12-2000 06:49 AM       View Profile for HelmutB   Email HelmutB   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit HelmutB's Home Page   View IP for HelmutB

Thus being such a true life statement
"Although the road may differ from our choice, Perhaps it yet might prove the better end,"
The road we take might not lead to where we wnated to go, but it could be the better end.
Your real good Kess
Loved it


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Skyfyre
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4 posted 02-12-2000 12:02 PM       View Profile for Skyfyre   Email Skyfyre   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Skyfyre

devina:  Thank you for your reply -- indeed,compromise is often the bastard child of expectation, and sometimes surpasses its parent in fulfillment ...  

Astraea:  Sorry this one was a little obscure, perhaps overly vague, but it was late and I was tired -- LOL.  Glad I was finally able to get my point across.  

Helmut:  Thank you my friend, indeed we never know the nature of roads until we've traveled them to their end.

--Kess
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5 posted 02-12-2000 03:20 PM       View Profile for Marge Tindal   Email Marge Tindal   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit Marge Tindal's Home Page   View IP for Marge Tindal

Skyfyre-
I enjoyed the flow of thought through this.
Led me to a path I might not have entered,
until you showed me the way.

'That hands might feel the warmth no dream can lend.
Although the road may differ from our choice,
Perhaps it yet might prove the better end,
A song unknown, but sung in sweeter voice.'

I like traveling unknown paths ...
thank you.
~*Marge*~


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Michael
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6 posted 02-12-2000 04:21 PM       View Profile for Michael   Email Michael   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Michael

Wow - deep truths ring perfectly within this beautiful poem.  Hit home hard.  Wonderful work, Kess.


Michael
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7 posted 02-12-2000 04:42 PM       View Profile for Munda   Email Munda   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit Munda's Home Page   View IP for Munda

WOW Kess, what a true and truly beautiful poem.
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8 posted 02-12-2000 09:15 PM       View Profile for Christopher   Email Christopher   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Christopher

Hey Kess- I loved the poem, but I must say that I liked this line the best:

"compromise is often the bastard child of expectation, and sometimes surpasses its parent in fulfillment ...  "

LOL, LOVE IT!!!!
Seymour Tabin
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9 posted 02-12-2000 09:23 PM       View Profile for Seymour Tabin   Email Seymour Tabin   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Seymour Tabin

Skyfyre,
An excellent poem well thought, well done.
JennyLee
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10 posted 02-13-2000 12:55 PM       View Profile for JennyLee   Email JennyLee   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for JennyLee

And truth of "is" divides the veil of "seems."
The fantasy and fact, when taken whole,

No matter how many times I read this...it astounds me each and every time. Excellent piece as always Kess  

Jennifer
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Pip - Pip - and Cheerio!!

Nice job, Miss Havisham...
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