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ThisDiamond
Member Rara Avis
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0 posted 2006-09-25 10:33 PM



Succor For The Heavy Hours


Vague, the gadarene spirit restlessly seeks a red scarf
Pertinent to pride, yet there is no avenging angel
Moments buzz along the sunlit sphere until quiet time
Hostage in the limits of what can be seen or achieved
Now Night, the guardian of dreams, sets down a hand
Definitive and bold, his mastery of languid spaces

Cross-legged in his audience, my fortitude lacks stars
Apparent, the marrow of my pain reflecting in his eyes
Silence glistens on my tongue, forming glass chips not words
How so, the changing skirts of seasons meant to co-exist
By burlap thread so roughens satin tiers of honest answers
Trying to reform my innocent heart to be more red, or stop

So be it then, a bridled emotion squeaks in its tracks
Pulled back from bearing and led to the placid of compassion
When the pleasure of love sees a direction uncharted
Pure the intent, and sweet the passing hours spend themselves
A heroic impulse might portend a loss, decrease a chance
That I could sleep in outstretched meadows of my own doing

Copyright Kkh 9/25/06

© Copyright 2006 Kathleen Harris - All Rights Reserved
iliana
Member Patricius
since 2003-12-05
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1 posted 2006-09-25 10:39 PM


Excellent work, Kathleen, as always.  This line, "Silence glistens on my tongue, forming glass chips not words" ... I wish I had your sense of express...wow.  *hugs*....jo
The Lady
Member Rara Avis
since 2005-12-26
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2 posted 2006-09-25 11:30 PM




"Apparent, the marrow of my pain reflecting in his eyes"

amazing work TD
those last two lines
oh yes...

passing shadows
Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
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3 posted 2006-09-25 11:59 PM


outstanding

many great lines here!

Refugee
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since 2006-08-04
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4 posted 2006-09-26 12:34 PM


A heroic impulse might portend a loss, decrease a chance
That I could sleep in outstretched meadows of my own doing
Wow....just wow. I am so inspired to write, right now, at this moment.

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