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Hearing Yourself
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Hearing Yourself |
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Cpat Hair
since 2001-06-05
Posts 11793 |
Some say the screech owl Cries with the voice Of one lost and alone. Eerie sounds Of souls grating across Emptiness as they try To find words expressing The fruitlessness of Pursuing too many pleasures At the expense of truly Sharing love I heard one calling And thought of how I had called to you On nights black with Tears and cold with Despair |
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Decaflame Senior Member
since 2001-05-11
Posts 1635 |
And did the sound that was torn from your throat become that of the screech owl?... this one is still resounding in my ears... well done, Sir! |
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RSWells Member Elite
since 2001-06-17
Posts 2533 |
And sometimes we gather hope from an echo. Enjoyed "Oh what a tangled web we weave when first we practice to decieve" |
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Corinne Member Ascendant
since 1999-10-28
Posts 5167state of confusion |
A haunting poem, especially in the timing for this reader, who, on the way to work, saw a dead barn owl alongside the road. Contracts of the owl, the silent hunter with soundless wings and the screech of the hunt, well said here, with a poignant ending. Corinne |
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VAS Member Rara Avis
since 2000-11-16
Posts 7450Oregon |
Very mournful, Cpat, especially the powerful last stanza heard one calling And thought of how I had called to you On nights black with Tears and cold with Despair btw, were you ok with my Backing Up to Cpat...the acrostic inspired by your Alphabet acrostic on Understanding? |
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Duncan Member Ascendant
since 2001-08-07
Posts 5455 |
Hearing myself this verse speaks... Eerie sounds Of souls grating across Emptiness as they try To find words expressing The fruitlessness of Pursuing too many pleasures At the expense of truly Sharing love |
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