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Sweet Prince |
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Corinne Member Ascendant
since 1999-10-28
Posts 5167state of confusion 
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Sweet Prince Now, upon a time, princesses wander the stony paths along streams. They wend through cattails, waiting near ponds, always in waiting. From above, there are hordes of them – fair maidens all, tresses and dresses flowing, adrift in thought, a singular chant: oh where or where has my prince gone? Gone, my fair maiden, the way of princes and frogs. [This message has been edited by Corinne (10-07-2007 11:28 PM).] |
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Artic Wind Member Rara Avis
since 2007-09-16
Posts 8080Realm of Supernatural |
nice read WONDERFULL!!!!!!! ARCTIC WIND |
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RMW Senior Member
since 2001-03-21
Posts 1424 |
"Wend." Now there's a lovely word. I can't remember when last I've seen or heard it used. Nicely done, Corinne. Bob |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
Absolutely delightful, with a tiny touch of soft sweet melancholy. Love, Margherita |
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Corinne Member Ascendant
since 1999-10-28
Posts 5167state of confusion |
Arctic Wind - thank you kindly! Bob, good to see you again (and thank you)!  Margherita, thanks lady! Been working on a revised draft (is that allowed here?) ---------------------------------- revised Now, upon this time, princesses wander, trailing stony pathways along streams. With one ear, they listen. They part reeds with slender fingers dripping, ladies wading in silent ponds while cattails snow; a million lost daughters, tresses and dresses flowing. Where are the greensongs of princes? Gone, my fair maidens, the way of frogs and kisses. |
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Parker Member Elite
since 2000-01-06
Posts 3129ON |
without the kisses, does the Prince return to the frog... Yes without such a sweet princess |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
Thank God for Parker... I believe someone stole this very story.... but that is how poetry is written, and revised, resized, regiven. Hugging you, my beautiful friend who bears no resemblance to anyone but a goddess. |
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Parker Member Elite
since 2000-01-06
Posts 3129ON |
sunshine, i'm very late to this comment but still agree fully. a sweet irish goddess. long missed |
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Parker Member Elite
since 2000-01-06
Posts 3129ON |
hi Corrinne, just thought i trough out a little hello to see if your out there somewhere. my friend. parker. *** the old black rum's got a hold on me... Great Big Sea. |
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