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I, Poem |
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Chalmette Guy Senior Member
since 2009-03-11
Posts 1257Louisiana 
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Trace my letters with thy verdant fingers Each and every one Forget my words though the feeling lingers Until the rising of the sun, When poison from my pen that hath stained Will, with my written power, come to wane When you read my thoughts I come alive And I can feel thee As thine eyes caress, line after crafted line Absorbing completely Grant me for once, just one immortal night Whence I can see through thy unfiltered sight Speak aloud the phrases I unknowingly construct Making the sounds musical And after each painstaking syllable I self destruct, Becoming all the more invisible Until the whitened page transforms a canvas renewed For another artist with fervent strokes to consume Cursed be the fate of one for whom gold gathers rust When the moment has faded Cast me then upon a shelf to go gather dust And when thy mind no longer jaded, Resurrect me once again to read with freshened eye Saving me from countless verse where I, immortal lie |
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Earth Angel Member Empyrean
since 2002-08-27
Posts 40215Realms of Light |
What a novel idea! A poem by a poem! I'm tucking this beauty away in my folder about poets and poetry!    EA |
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Chalmette Guy Senior Member
since 2009-03-11
Posts 1257Louisiana |
Awesome EA, thank you very much. You do me too much honor. |
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