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RedStoneEB
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since 2003-06-08
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0 posted 2013-06-13 12:38 PM


Was it just a voice within the mind?
a strange fit of passing--
dare I say my love is blind,
for I have not drawn my feelings
out into the open world.
Where do all the words we say vanish?
all those quickening actions
I do forget, reaching out into my
memories orchard plot—standing
next to beauty, all the while
not knowing if they belong to me...

Strangers have heard my speeches
far and wide, because they themselves
have in experience descended down
from youth; and there too aged
learning from the quiet years--
a soft and gentle pace to life.
I search for that trivial moment
where all is but one with the whole’
a person stronger than the flesh
and owns all their transgressions.

I have done with the ‘familiar of you’
to think i were but a heart sheltered from
this storm racing across my being--
how does one so formidable seize me so?
when all that is chiseled out is all my
immunities, whilst I exchange them for
my malice—now, by those dearest to me
do I find the strength to stand against those
in my mind thought stronger’ return to me
you will? Above what will do you cause
the copses of all memories to rise from the
dead! I therefore stop myself short—
full-circled, full-flowered, fully experienced.

‘Twas so long ago’ it were as a dream but
no longer vivid but foggy’ dear! I call you
from a memory and no longer give form to
your face’ no delight in wanting—people as
do seasons change, from one surface to the
next—inter-mixture of differences’
tracing only little whispers into deeper caverns
getting lost once again in the dark.

When once long ago there was light.

© Copyright 2013 Lee Hepworth - All Rights Reserved
Margherita
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since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236
Eternity
1 posted 2013-06-13 12:53 PM


An excellent write, dear Lee, very complex with much to ponder in it. Melancholy emanates from the lines. Till the last breath we are never full-circled or fully-experienced I think.

When even a beloved face becomes foggy ... we feel a kind of loss, but every day is a new beginning that is my credo.

Margherita

JerryPat2
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since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975
South Louisiana
2 posted 2013-06-13 01:17 PM


Eh . . . That is the eternal problem with flames, they stand a better than average chance of going out. You poured your heart and soul out in this poem. Now to look ahead to the rest of your life.

~*~ A man can fail many times, but he isn't a failure until he begins to blame somebody else.-John Burroughs ~*~

Lori Grosser Rhoden
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since 2009-10-10
Posts 10202
Fair to middlin' of nowhere
3 posted 2013-06-14 08:24 AM


I am impressed with your discriptions. Hearts that have loved and lost are giving a knowing nod. It was a pleasure reading your work.

Lori

JamesMichael
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since 1999-11-16
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Kapolei, Hawaii, USA
4 posted 2013-06-15 08:30 PM


Fine writing...James
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