Open Poetry #40 |
My love, make your soul my home |
Drauntz Member Elite
since 2007-03-16
Posts 2905Los Angeles California |
I care no sweet words For they fly like birds I care no pink roses For they are mere poses I care no warm smile For it is windy style I care no serenade For its timely fade It is your soul I care My love To make my home. May I? Will you? |
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ivordavies Senior Member
since 2007-01-10
Posts 739Chester, England |
Drauntz, I have always felt guilty due to my 'blindness' to free writing but you have responded to nearly everything I write and I am facinated by the phrases you use, almost seeing into the soul of somebody with whom I do not totally share the same language. This poetry I like, possibly because it rhymes, but more for the simple way you excuse some very important things but point out the fragility of them and their meanings. I always seem to sense an interpretation from another language and would love to know if this is the case? I read everything you write, but never feel 'qualified' to comment, your words tend to go deeper somehow than those that apear on the paper! I am still truying to work out you latest comment on my redundancy piece! Thanks again for this poetry, make one think.... Ivor |
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Drauntz Member Elite
since 2007-03-16
Posts 2905Los Angeles California |
I am honored sir, by your words. You are so kind. And you are very right about What I mean. We pursuit all the thing in realtionship which are all very weak to stand. Only the soul is strong enough and forever to hold one'e value and true love. thank you again! |
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