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Skyfyre Senior Member
since 1999-08-15
Posts 1906Sitting in Michael's Lap 
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The night crouches, expectant, pressing impatience against tenuous glass; a regard dark and ancient peers, studying insignificance. The lamp spreads feeble fingers against the pane, a surrender to the beast beyond. Outside, a rose trembles on the stalk, resting her head on the window in repose, or defeat; delicate yellow melts to cream-and-shadow, pleading silently with darkness. So grave a quiet is a critical burden, and yet I shiver when winds move, bellowing in their borrowed voices -- Noises stolen from crevices, the sigh-and-whistle of eaves, perhaps, or the secrets of grass – murmured protests of this space shaken from dreams. |
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Michael
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Member Rara Avis
since 1999-08-13
Posts 7666California |
Well it's about time you wrote something, dear. I was wondering if you were ever going to pick up the pen again. You have not lost it, either. This is not only an excellent depiction of a scene, it screams with emotion as well. Loved it, love you. Michael |
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Elizabeth Cor Senior Member
since 2000-10-13
Posts 879Over the river and through the woods |
Must be something in the air... everyone is losing their muse, only to recover with something dark & quiet. These lines: pressing impatience against tenuous glass Outside, a rose... ...resting her head on the window in repose, or defeat; delicate yellow melts to cream-and-shadow Noises stolen from crevices, the sigh-and-whistle of eaves, perhaps, or the secrets of grass – murmured protests of this space shaken from dreams. God, striking, makes me jealous to the teeth lol... As a whole, makes me think that something is stirring in you, but refuses to come out... so you have to let cunning descriptions and quiet reverberations of something powerful between lines substitute for the blank absolute of passion. But maybe that's just me. More on this when I get the chance to chat with you later... Both of you: CALL US. We need to go camping.  [This message has been edited by Elizabeth Cor (edited 06-12-2001).] |
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Dopey Dope
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Member Patricius
since 2000-08-30
Posts 11132San Juan, Puerto Rico |
I enjoyed this one. Very well done here!  I was born myself, raised myself, and will continue to be myself. The world will just have to adjust. |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
The night crouches, expectant, pressing impatience against tenuous glass; a regard dark and ancient peers, studying insignificance. ======================== Outside, a rose trembles on the stalk, resting her head on the window in repose, or defeat; delicate yellow melts to cream-and-shadow, pleading silently with darkness. So grave a quiet is a critical burden, and yet I shiver when winds move, =============================== I heard a rumor that one of my fav poets... (and her cute boyfriend who can write good too)*wink* ROFL... had posted over here... my oh my, how I have missed your words Lady POE-tess. And this was a perfect reminder of whats been missed... those hauntingly beautiful images you do so well..which dress up the emotions you express with such intensity and your classic poectic phrasing and vocabulary. this is excellent Linda...and its so great to get to read you. take care jm she said I dont know why you ever would lie to me |
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Poet deVine
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-05-26
Posts 22612Hurricane Alley |
Ah...it's always a pleasure to read your work Linda. You are one of my favorites you know. This is so gently flowing it should only be read in a whisper!  |
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brian madden Member Elite
since 2000-05-06
Posts 4374ireland |
So grave a quiet is a critical burden, and yet I shiver when winds move, bellowing in their borrowed voices -- Noises stolen from crevices, the sigh-and-whistle of eaves, perhaps, or the secrets of grass – murmured protests of this space shaken from dreams. a very haunting poem, one for the library. excellent write |
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Fading Away
since 2001-03-14
Posts 3131Lynchburg, Virginia |
Very nicely done. I liked this a LOT. Awesome work. --Marie "You're the girl of my nightmares, erotic and skull-faced. |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
How well you painted dread, Linda! The feeling I got from this reminded me of a theme from "The World According To Garp"--'The Presence Of the Undertoad"--a chilling portrayal that reminded me a bit of an anxiety attack--and I'll shaddup before someone calls dem guys in the white coats--but I enjoyed this--wish you'd write more!!! |
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Sven
since 1999-11-23
Posts 14937East Lansing, MI USA |
ah, I've missed this kind of writing from you. . . you do it so well. . . you know, you were one of the first here whose work that I always read again and again, and it's my pleasure to do so once more. . . there's always so much that I can see in what you write, this is no exception. . . it's multi-layered, and I'm sure that if I come back tomorrow and read it, I'll find something else. . . wonderful. . . ------------------------------------------------------------ To the world, you may only be one person. But to one person, you may be the world. |
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Honeybee Member Ascendant
since 1999-12-26
Posts 5372Ontario, CANADA |
Linda, you write of a haunting moment so intricately and uniquely...I am speechless, there's just such an awesome depth of emotion here. I have read this several times, and each time I am even more blown away, I must save this for my library~ Take care, Melissa~ |
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catalinamoon
since 2000-06-03
Posts 9543The Shores of Alone |
This is brilliantly beautiful Sandra |
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