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nakdthoughts Member Laureate
since 2000-10-29
Posts 19200Between the Lines 
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Playing with fire, eyes daring to stare embers of remembrance flickering a slow dance, soft breathing painting a canvas no longer existing except in the mind of forgotten time. There is no passion to feel, but for words so long ago heard, waking from restless sleep, a chant from outside wanting in. This theater has closed its doors, played its last curtain call. Its importance dismissed. A match held, watching the process, the burning of truth and in silence, waiting for the ashes to fall. "Love is not blind - It sees more and not less, but because it sees more, it is willing to see less." |
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LeeJ Member Patricius
since 2003-06-19
Posts 13296 |
There is no passion to feel, but for words so long ago heard, waking from restless sleep, a chant from outside wanting in. This theater has closed its doors, played its last curtain call. Its importance dismissed. Mighty and profound words. Excellent write |
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DavePage Member Elite
since 2003-12-21
Posts 2917 |
Playing with fire, eyes daring to stare embers of remembrance flickering Smoking over a hot fire Blinding passion To dance the pokers a slow dance, soft breathing painting a canvas no longer existing except in the mind of forgotten time. Drifting dreamless Floating on a sea of mist and ships bursting horns in the ice cold depths There is no passion to feel, but for words so long ago heard, waking from restless sleep, to a chant from outside wanting in. To an early matinet This theater has closed its doors, played its last curtain call. Its importance dismissed. A match held, watching the process, the burning of truth and in silence, waiting for the ashes to fall. Into darkness that light is prohibited from entry less it brighten desire to slowly mend an emotion Dave |
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Professor Gloom Member Elite
since 2000-07-23
Posts 3082of Depression |
Theaters have been know to burn down And the actress soon will be reprising, Become our phoenix from the ground Let us see your newness rising As always enjoyed the reading of your words Gloom |
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Marge Tindal 
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
WynterGal~ You set the poetic stage brilliantly~ I like this one bunches~ *Huglets*  ~*Marge*~ ~*When the heart grieves over what it has lost, |
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Enchantress Member Empyrean
since 2001-08-14
Posts 35113Canada eh. |
Very much enjoyed this one Maureen. Many layers to this indeed. Hugs~ Poetry is not an opinion expressed... |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
sigh I always relate |
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mytuesdaywishes Member
since 2003-09-05
Posts 254a voice from the musicbox |
....wow, i can feel this one joy has its own justice. and dreams are languid and lawless. and everything bows to beauty, when it's fierce and when it's flawless... |
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Grover Senior Member
since 2004-01-27
Posts 1967London, ON, Canada |
Very nice.  |
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nakdthoughts Member Laureate
since 2000-10-29
Posts 19200Between the Lines |
LeeJ, thank you. I am trying to express how it feels to be aging, and leaving behind most of once mattered to me. DavePage, lovely twisting of my words. It is hard to be passionate when alone. I really liked your last few lines..and may use them in another poem... *s Professor Gloom, this theater burns its thoughts every morning when lighting the fires to warm. There is no newness left in me to rise. Thank you for your thoughts. Marge, I just needed to write, never knowing what or how it will become. Thank you *s Nancy, glad you enjoyed ... and yes there were many layers in this.  Dixie, I know we are living parallel lives only you are better at succeeding. hugs M mytuesdaywishes..good then, it was meant to be felt. Thank you Thank you, Grover. M |
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Opeth Senior Member
since 2001-12-13
Posts 1543The Ravines |
"This theater has closed its doors, played its last curtain call. Its importance dismissed." Maureen, ~ I could think of so many different events in my life and in others of which this pertains to... thanks for sharing this well written poem! |
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icebox Member Elite
since 2003-05-03
Posts 4383in the shadows |
Oh WOW, this is really good. "There is no passion to feel, but for words so long ago heard, waking from restless sleep," Those lines had teeth that won't let go. |
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nakdthoughts Member Laureate
since 2000-10-29
Posts 19200Between the Lines |
O, always when I least wish to think or write, my mood swings to thoughts that won't give in and even though not very positive...it is coming from the force inside of me. There are times when I wonder who I matter to, besides myself. Oh yeah I listened to Dr. Phil today...didn't help me one bit Thanks hugs M icebox, Thank you distant memories arise when least expected never sure whether they are a welcome respite or not. M |
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