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Portrait of despair
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Portrait of despair |
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MICHELMAS Member
since 2012-02-15
Posts 305Lancashire England 
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Portrait of despair Her delicate fingers caressed the golden locket chain Each touch a memory of love and stolen times gone by The days now passing as dawn flies to dusk with no restraint No holding back the sun a chariot across the sky Fine lace sleeves covering her alabaster arms so pale So soft her fingers and memories of a tender touch Within the golden locket fine portrait his sensual smile But would she go this day as promised by the willow bare And still the sun did climb no warmth this day to fire her heart Renoir’s beauty her feelings shadowed neath the parasol No party at the lake for her where drizzle falls on cobalt blue She thought once more his face pressing so close in locket there A breeze that chills and whispers truths she knows so very well The end of hope, a broken chain, she would not go this day |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
I am imagining the portrait described so eloquently here. ~ If they give you ruled paper, write sideways. ~ |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
You created a delicate, yet intensely emotional scenery here. So vivid, that it makes me want to reach out with a hug to this lady. Very beautiful in its melancholy. Margherita "Forget every touch or sound that did not teach you how to dance." |
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MICHELMAS Member
since 2012-02-15
Posts 305Lancashire England |
again thanks for the comments. The scene, in my mind anyway, somewhere on a park bench in Paris c.1880 The lady being the lover of the man in 'Portrait of hope' [This message has been edited by MICHELMAS (02-12-2016 06:42 AM).] |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
Those benches in a park of Paris become part of the same romantic and melancholic story and it was captivating reading the emotions of both lovers involved. As suggested by you, I went back also to read Portrait of Hope. The deep longing of both is stirring ... something might still happen.  Great work both. Margherita "Forget every touch or sound that did not teach you how to dance." |
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Lori Grosser Rhoden Member Patricius
since 2009-10-10
Posts 10202Fair to middlin' of nowhere |
Great work! What a wonderful piece of heart wrenching poetry! I love it when we get a poem's back story, thank you! Like Margherita, I felt a hug tug as well. ~L |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
very touching...we never know how much we'll miss Love until that moment arrives...james |
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jwesley Member Rara Avis
since 2000-04-30
Posts 7563Spring, Texas |
Well, not going to hug-tug you today, my friend - Oh what the heck! Here's a distant one!!!! Much enjoyed . . . j. |
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