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A Single Tear
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A Single Tear |
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Elizabeth Santos Member Rara Avis
since 1999-11-08
Posts 9269Pennsylvania 
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A Single Tear His labored hours are over now And joy consumes his face somehow No smile or glimmer in his eye But just contentment’s subtle sigh In falling shadows of the day His mouth turned up in pensive play He sits and eats a hearty stew Then lights the embered logs anew This is his time to sit alone And ponder things to us unknown His handsome face to be admired A silhouette against the fire But there he sits in deepest glare Aroused by only fire’s flare And only he and God know why The world seems captured in his eye He strokes his beard as though a thought From deepest notion has been wrought His mellowed brow reveals his age Not old, just weathered by life’s stage How can such loneliness bring joy That look of child with fondest toy Alone with books that gratify And only he and God know why Together in the dancing light Just he and books and God and night Amidst his own surround of wealth He takes a paper from the shelf In flickering glow of fireplace A single tear rolls down his face He holds his pen endearingly And writes a poem just for me Elizabeth Santos |
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snowpants Member Elite
since 2000-09-16
Posts 2061KS |
Great poem, Elizabeth! What a wise man that can be content with just sitting at home and doing nothing but writing and reflecting! Enjoyed this!  sp I won't go; I won't sleep; I can't breathe until you're resting here with me... |
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Dark Angel Member Patricius
since 1999-08-04
Posts 10095 |
Oh Elizabeth, this is really beautiful, your poetry always moves me. Maree I need a lullaby a kiss goodnight Angel sweet love of my life Oh, I need this ~Natalie Merchant~ |
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Sven
since 1999-11-23
Posts 14937East Lansing, MI USA |
indeed my friend. . . indeed. . . ---------------------------------------------------- To the world, you may only be one person. But to one person, you may be the world. |
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inot2B Member Elite
since 2000-09-18
Posts 2205Arkansas |
"And writes a poem just for me" He wrote for the one who deserved it so well. |
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Sunshine
Administrator
Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
I would want to believe I know this paragon who stole your show this man who strokes his beard of white and writes of you throughout the night but things are better left unsaid while thoughts of you roam through his head... enjoyed, enjoyed.... |
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Wilfred Yeats Member Elite
since 2000-08-04
Posts 2704Wilmington, Delaware |
If - I were bearded - If - Reading your poetry - (Especially the last line) explains his motivation more than adequately |
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Honeybee Member Ascendant
since 1999-12-26
Posts 5372Ontario, CANADA |
Oh Liz, now this is just penned so exquisitely. I just love it Your words were so real, so vivid, I could envision it all. I love the repetition of "only he and God knows why." It's true we'll never know why God choose some people to see life through a poetic eye. The last two lines are so touching.Take care, Melissa The beauty of poetry gives my soul wings to fly free within dreams |
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Seymour Tabin Member Empyrean
since 1999-07-07
Posts 31720Tamarac Fla |
Elizabeth, The beard he strokes, thoughts he cloaks Are deep within a soul he sweeps. And he evokes a master stroke To keep the essence of his reap. A lovely, lovely poem. Love Sy |
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vandana
since 1999-10-22
Posts 10463USA |
enjoy the read |
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