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The gone out flame.
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The gone out flame. |
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RedStoneEB Senior Member
since 2003-06-08
Posts 772uk 
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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. |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
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 |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
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 ~*~ |
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Lori Grosser Rhoden Member Patricius
since 2009-10-10
Posts 10202Fair to middlin' of nowhere |
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  |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
Fine writing...James |
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