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wranx
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Moved from a shack to a barn

0 posted 2003-05-26 11:11 PM



She played and her violin cried
Its voice
filled the rooms of her third floor walk-up
resonated in the plaster walls
and the cheap cut-glass chandelier
then, spilled out into the streets
The hollow keening blended with the neon
and reflected off of the wet pavement below
How long had I listened?
How many nights had I been there
seeking solace in her music, her musings
in her bed?
Was it the whole winter that I spent  
warming myself within her Mozart
within my whiskey
in her youthful fever?
Or perhaps,
it was merely one of those smaller lifetimes
that have managed to fill my existence



[This message has been edited by wranx (05-26-2003 11:33 PM).]

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serenity blaze
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1 posted 2003-05-26 11:19 PM


You lend your grace to everything you write wranx. I, for one, and am glad you gave up decoupage.

wondering if you knew, but my mind chooses background music when I read you. Even when Zach has deathmetal blaring, I can hear strings.

Hugs, love, and witchy blessings.

Martie
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2 posted 2003-05-26 11:19 PM


Ed...sometimes a moment is a lifetime...and a lifetime is one moment...love makes time do funny things.  This poem touches time like that, when only the moment matters.  Poignant and a bit sad.
littlewing
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3 posted 2003-05-26 11:21 PM


. . . beautiful . . . as always Ed

May you find solace again as you once did within the music . . .  

[This message has been edited by littlewing (05-28-2003 01:46 AM).]

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4 posted 2003-05-26 11:22 PM


well done
the_loner_23
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5 posted 2003-05-26 11:23 PM


Beautiful. I hear the music of the violin playing in my head.

Cold hands means a warm heart

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6 posted 2003-05-26 11:30 PM


You ok Ed? You sound almost..happy..grin good on you m'friend
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7 posted 2003-05-26 11:33 PM


Like I said somewhere else, you found your Grace...... Happy for you, Ed

Ed

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8 posted 2003-05-27 12:13 PM


Talk about an extended moment!
To touch someone this way, or be touched by someone this way, Ed, that's what it's all about, isn't it?
the essence
the purity
the intensity
le raison d'etre

you reached deep inside and pulled this one from the heart's core

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9 posted 2003-05-27 01:00 AM


Ed, I hope that you have given this to Heather.
This is a very beautiful love poem, that has come
straight from your heart. I know that she feels
these words. Thank you for sharing
your heart with us.   
Hugs,  
Ethel

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10 posted 2003-05-27 02:50 AM


very beautiful writing
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11 posted 2003-05-27 07:33 AM


Dearest Ed

You are the sweetest man...I love the poem very much. I hope you love  the music I play for you as much as I love your writing and this very special poem of love.
J'espère que je serai toujours votre étoile brillante... vous l'homme doux doux que  j'aime.

Amore
H

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12 posted 2003-05-27 09:06 AM


She played and her violin cried
Its voice
filled the rooms of her third floor walk-up
resonated in the plaster walls
and the cheap cut-glass chandelier
then, spilled out into the streets
The hollow keening blended with the neon
and reflected off of the wet pavement below

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I just love the mood and tone you've created with your imagery and personification.
this is a very cool write...its expressions of wisful longing are palpable on the page.
well done poet sir...as always...well done.

Darkness cannot drive out darkness ... only light can do that.
Hate cannot drive out hate ... only love can do that.
MLK

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13 posted 2003-05-27 09:12 AM


When we look back over the years, there are memorable moments that may only take up a paragraph in the book of one's life--but oh, a paragraph that was a joy to write and remains a joy to read!

Luvin' hugs,
EA

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14 posted 2003-05-27 10:33 AM



The title told me I had to be in the "right place" to read this...

I was right.

I knew this would draw up
a lump to my throat...
I wasn't there,
I don't know her
but you made her violin
tremble
within me.

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