Open Poetry #2 |
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The sound of silence |
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RainbowGirl Member Elite
since 1999-07-31
Posts 3023United Kingdom ![]() |
As I talk these private thoughts I listen to the silence keys vibrating as I touch them wondering if you feel them I hear the sound of my voice as I talk through worries felt but wonder how they are received and if the emotion is met So much we try to say so few ways to say it Do you see my eyes sparkle? or cry when I say how I feel? if only there were keys that spelt the real me the warmth you try to give as I try to make me real to know I'm needing too Now if only I made sense...LOL ------------------ You give but little when you give of your possessions. It is when you give of yourself that you truly give. [This message has been edited by RainbowGirl (edited 09-05-99).] |
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Balladeer
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-05
Posts 25505Ft. Lauderdale, Fl USA |
Makes sense to me, Rainbow. There are times we wish that the feelings and emotions could just somehow drain down through our fingertips, permeate the keys we are striking and somehow be transported through cyberspace along with our words. Sometimes it happens....like now, in your poem. ------------------ If people from Poland are Poles, are people from Holland Holes? [This message has been edited by Balladeer (edited 09-05-99).] |
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RainbowGirl Member Elite
since 1999-07-31
Posts 3023United Kingdom |
I guess without my voice you hear the sound of me sometimes we are lucky to sound as we are seen Thanks Balladeer.. ![]() HUSG ------------------ You give but little when you give of your possessions. It is when you give of yourself that you truly give. |
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