Open Poetry #45 |
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Lost At Sea |
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Marchmadness Member Rara Avis
since 2007-09-16
Posts 9271So. El Monte, California |
For years they sailed the stormy seas of matrimony like two ships that pass in the night. Nothing in common... but children. A Flying Dutchman, empty and lost, searching for a port. Any port in the storm. Ida Werrett |
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Alison![]() ![]() ![]() ![]()
since 2008-01-27
Posts 9318Lumpy oatmeal makes me crazy! |
Must have made them a bit dinghy. Seriously, I really like your poetry. This one makes me think - and it's kind of melancholy (is that spelled right? - I am too lazy to look it up right now). Thank you for sharing, dear Ida girl. xoxoxo Alison |
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2islander2 Member Ascendant
since 2008-03-12
Posts 6825by the sea |
hello Ida, your poems are to rare cause when you stop during a while, I am always surprised by the delicacy of your thoughts...thanks for the fine piece of art. yann |
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suthern![]() ![]()
since 1999-07-29
Posts 20723Louisiana |
Nothing in common... but children. It seems too many marriages are like this... whatever magic that had been, only a wisp of memory. Beautiful write!! |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
Do I know what you mean, dear Ida! Yes this happens too often. Not only the meteorological storms are increasing, but also those related to couples! It's somehow frightening. Great work, dear Ida! Love, Margherita |
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Earth Angel Member Empyrean
since 2002-08-27
Posts 40215Realms of Light |
A far too common scenario. You have a way, my dear Ida Belle, on putting your finger on the pulse of real life. You speak ~ we listen! You write ~ we read! ![]() Loveya, Linda ![]() |
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AncientHippie Member
since 2009-10-15
Posts 411Surfing the Cosmic Flow |
A very sad and poignant piece of art, Ida, depicting a state that is far, far too common. Life is better than this, and to not live it fully and richly is a sadness too great to be fully contemplated. I trust this piece is about a friend or acquaintance...or better still, an abstract piece about someone you have seen across a room, or walking on a street. Peace Jim "We are stardust: we are golden: and we've got to get ourselves back to the garden." --Joni Mitchell "Woodstock" |
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