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serenity blaze
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0 posted 2002-07-23 12:53 PM


I've been sending
smoke signals--
pressing fingers, white on glass.
Hostage pleading
with her eyes
breathing heat--a gasp of past...

Like the finger traced through frost--
a path of vision still remains.
Like the child, I stare and pant.
I want to write on glass again.

Clouds--to bring the clarity
as morning sings the night in scorn--
a calm that brings me to my knees-
my nose pressed on the glass--forlorn.

© Copyright 2002 serenity blaze - All Rights Reserved
shadowchild458
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1 posted 2002-07-23 12:59 PM


there is no comment i could possibly write that is worthy of being made on this poem. but i'm never worthy of anything nor is anything i write so here i go:
i loved it, it was beautiful and it gives me a very strong feeling the way you talk about the child sends chills down my back and all in all i want to read more. i want the flowing river to go on for forever instead of stopping at the ocean since it is so beautiful (that sounds weird...) but all in all i'm going to go read more of yours now.

life may just take a while but i guess heaven's worth the wait

AKJ

brian sites
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2 posted 2002-07-23 02:09 AM


ohhhh thats so good
I can see
the forlorn little hostage
her need is compelling

a startled reflection
you're not finished telling?
so good serenity
BS.

I never aimed at reality; I aimed at truth. --Orson Welles

Jamie
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Blue Heaven
3 posted 2002-07-23 02:13 AM


wonderfully done karen-- very enjoyable

J

There is society where none intrudes, by the deep sea, and music in its roar.
byron

Duncan
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4 posted 2002-07-23 02:21 AM


Like the finger traced through frost--
a path of vision still remains.
Like the child, I stare and pant.
I want to write on glass again.

My earliest memory is of boredom.  Wasn't alot of glass to write on then.  Plenty now!  Love this.  Hi, K.

please don't change, please don't break
the only thing that seems to work at all is you

MB 20

Bridget Shenachie
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Kansas USA
5 posted 2002-07-23 02:33 AM


Ah yeah!  Sometimes I miss being a kid.  YOU said it so well!

Shenachie

Janet Marie
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6 posted 2002-07-23 07:53 AM


I've been sending
smoke signals--
pressing fingers, white on glass.
Hostage pleading
with her eyes
breathing heat--a gasp of past...

==========================================
Clouds--to bring the clarity
as morning sings the night in scorn--
a calm that brings me to my knees-
my nose pressed on the glass--forlorn.
===========================================


moth underglass?  (yktiktyk)
I know why the cage bird sings (rhymes)

you write it...I feel it...
seems about right since youre writing on mirrors.

How she loves me, I dont understand
If time wont change me, perhaps she can
And I feel her trying when were apart
God dont let me break her heart

Mark Bohannan
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In the winds of Cherokee song
7 posted 2002-07-23 09:38 AM


ya just gotta quit talking to yer monitor...   I see some rhyme getting polished in there.....no let's all go........daDUM daDUM daDUM.......try it........wasn't scary at all.(sorta kinda in a cowboy hidden way)LOL.....watch for your preview.
Waseem Cheema
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Pakistan
8 posted 2002-07-23 09:46 AM


Very Lovely and so difficult for me to understand
Goodknight
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9 posted 2002-07-23 09:58 AM


this is very well done - I really liked it - Paul
Martie
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10 posted 2002-07-23 10:43 AM


serenity

You pull me out of my easy feeling with this one...

you write so well, you know!

Marge Tindal
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11 posted 2002-07-23 10:51 AM


Serenity~

'Like the finger traced through frost--
a path of vision still remains.
Like the child, I stare and pant.
I want to write on glass again.'


Oh yes !
This one sent me to the mirror ...
Honest Injun !
*Hugs*
~*Marge*~

~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~
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Anvrill
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since 2002-06-21
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in the interzone now
12 posted 2002-07-23 11:15 AM


Very shivery-yummy. And I am soooo inarticulate right now, it's not even funny.

written in blood before everything went black

JCV

BloomingRose
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13 posted 2002-07-23 05:05 PM


Clouds--to bring the clarity
as morning sings the night in scorn--
a calm that brings me to my knees-
my nose pressed on the glass--forlorn.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Very intense poetry.
Though her face is pressed to the glass, I do see a ray of hope in the morning light, because she is still able to see.

Deb

[This message has been edited by BloomingRose (07-23-2002 05:06 PM).]

catalinamoon
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The Shores of Alone
14 posted 2002-07-23 06:56 PM


Surely puts one in that nostalgic place.
Awesome write, S
Sandra

bsquirrel
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15 posted 2002-07-23 07:15 PM


*ouch* Ah can feel i', Sen...

She said burn ... together.
-TON

serenity blaze
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16 posted 2002-07-23 08:35 PM


hey...popping in for a quick "thanks"--I'll be back later (I think...) and I confess, I popped in and out reading comments all day, and I still don't have a clue what to say! This was one of those that "fall from the ceiling"--so I have no clue to tell ya what it's about, and it even feels funny saying thanks for it. I don't know where the hell this came from...shaking my head...

grin...I used to write to sort out my feelings...now? I'm psycho-analyzing myself through my own posts....tch. I think I NEED to go out.

Back later...and that's a threat!


redheart angrybraids
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17 posted 2002-07-24 05:10 AM


ummm, it reminded me of a little girl, when i would paint on the windows with my fingers in the frost crisp and the hot dew from the evenging fire, i loved this piece it brought me home so a silent memory.
thank you kindly, serenity

Kindly,
Redheart Angrybraids


Elizabeth Cor
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since 2000-10-13
Posts 879
Over the river and through the woods
18 posted 2002-07-24 05:26 AM


... oh, I LOVE THIS!!!

id write more but theres this princess that demanding my attention at the moment...

but. god. I just freakin' LOVE this... cant even repeat fave lines or id have to cut and paste the whole thing... library, baby...

and remember, a cold nose means you're healthy!

passing shadows
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displaced
19 posted 2002-07-24 05:30 AM


this reminds me of the little baby footprints we used to make on glass that had condensation on it, where you cup your hand into a fist and press the bottom part (outter pinky and palm) onto the glass and then make the respective toe prints with a fingertip.


ok so i'm up late again thinking too much....good night

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