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RSWells Member Elite
since 2001-06-17
Posts 2533
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Had I not been her center had I not grown her moan nor quite so oft frequent her I'd feel far less alone. Were she less complimenter less too my comfort zone or mistress to my emperor I'd simply her dethrone. But I did not invent her So I could not disown, for it was no indenture our words not carved in stone. Off the fates had sent her on fickle winds she's blown, admit that I lament her, let's call this our tombstone. |
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Poet deVine
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-05-26
Posts 22612Hurricane Alley |
I love the way you use your words in this one. The sadness slips through..... |
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Mysteria 
since 2001-03-07
Posts 18328British Columbia, Canada |
I have a theory - want to hear it? Okay! Never admit mistakes, look back, or have regrets, only turn them into lessons and never do a dumb thing or repeat something unpleasant again! But through the sadness and lonliness of this poem I think that is what you were saying too? No? Well it was a great poem! ~ Give the heavens above more than just a passing glance ~And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance ~ I hope you dance. (Lee Ann Womack) |
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Lady In White
since 2001-02-12
Posts 2799USA |
RSWells... this speaks as if written with the heart. Sometimes it is far to easy to assign poetry to reality, and as readers, we fall into the trap of saying "this must have happened to him/her, etc." Suffice to say...this is an excellent read, and the imagery comes through loud and clear with your excellent use of your chosen words. What I am trying to say is, I wish I had written this. |
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Cpat Hair
since 2001-06-05
Posts 11793 |
yes nicely done... the words flow and the meaning there, all tied together with a nice bit of word play... I enjoyed |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
Had I not been her center had I not grown her moan nor quite so oft frequent her I'd feel far less alone. ============================= But I did not invent her So I could not disown, for it was no indenture our words not carved in stone. =============================== admit that I lament her, let's call this our tombstone. ========================= Excellent employ of phrasing and language here Richard...as well as inner rhyme, but once again as I read you words..it is the sincere ache of the emotions express that stands out. well done poet sir take care jm only you could give love that satisfies the soul... |
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MARK V SHELDON Member Elite
since 2001-06-21
Posts 3015In a corporeal internship... |
Free-spirits are not to be contained; rather, enjoyed and remembered, albeit at times with a tinge of bitterness... Powerfully thought-provoking. -MVS "When you tell the Truth, you never have to remember what you just said." |
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