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Ivory Tower |
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Dominique-Simone Senior Member
since 2005-11-12
Posts 643
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My veranda, ivy set, holds me high up to the world; along the hedge my heart blooms in colors, painting dreams. Bone pillars reach out, pleading in ominous emotions without consideration. I sit naked in white cloth, governing the day with meticulous tasks; she sits across in twin face, asking me what is wrong Mirror gazes deeply, her life lives in places I have been before; stairs winding, lead to hallways where tears have not spilled. My bucket, heavy with sadness creaks in fragile hand sloshing the days back and forth. Bars on windows rusted with regret, lock me inside as tall ceilings laugh at me in acoustics, it is a familiar sound |
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The Lady Member Rara Avis
since 2005-12-26
Posts 7634The Southwest |
"My bucket, heavy with sadness creaks in fragile hand sloshing the days back and forth." Page the loss of love is so hard especially when it is lost to a disease taking your hope with it dream again little one it will happen |
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paullallady Member
since 2007-04-03
Posts 262Michigan |
what an amazing image of sadness, and loss. wonderful poem. |
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Rick Member Elite
since 2001-06-21
Posts 2903Victoria, Australia |
I so enjoyed your penning here, though sad. My bucket, heavy with sadness creaks in fragile hand sloshing the days back and forth. Wonderful lines my friend. May happiness find its way to you. Rick |
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Earth Angel Member Empyrean
since 2002-08-27
Posts 40215Realms of Light |
Oh, how your words ache. I can feel them in the pt of my tummy. "Bars on windows rusted with regret, lock me inside as tall ceilings laugh at me in acoustics, it is a familiar sound" I'm sending you a crowbar to break down those rusty old confining self-limiting windsow ~ and for knocking some sense into those insensitive ceilings! Loving hug, EA |
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Dominique-Simone Senior Member
since 2005-11-12
Posts 643 |
Thank you all.. It is good to know that I can still write and that you all understand where my sadness is coming from. soon I hope my poetry will be happier... although even in my happiness I have always written in sadness. Not sure why. |
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Aloneinmyhead Junior Member
since 2007-07-08
Posts 30Tennessee |
"I sit naked in white cloth, governing the day with meticulous tasks; she sits across in twin face, asking me what is wrong" This makes sense to me, kind of like you are sad but part of you doesn't know why. |
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Dominique-Simone Senior Member
since 2005-11-12
Posts 643 |
A sad part doesn't know why. I may never |
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