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Open Poetry #1

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one voice
Junior Member

since 1999-06-29

Posts 38
Billings, MT USA

0 posted 1999-07-02 02:54 AM

As for myself,
Where I first met the bitter scent
is lost.
I, too, often shrivel the grey shreds,
sniff them and think, and sniff again
and try
Once more to think what it is I am remembering,
Always in vein.
I cannot like the scent,
Yet I would rather give up others more sweet,
With no meaning, than this bitter one...

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~one voice~

***For myself I Live,
Live intensely and am fed by life,
and my value, whatever it be, is in my own kind of expression
of that. -Henry James

DreamEvil
Member Elite

since 1999-06-22

Posts 2396

1 posted 1999-07-02 04:03 AM

A plug for the familiarity of suffering? I like this as well.

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Patience is a virtue, but virtue has never been one of my redeeming qualities.

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