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broker6 Member
since 1999-11-07
Posts 132Bellevue, NE, Sarpy |
In A Little Room by © Richard J. Budig 1996 I keep the flowers you gave me In a little room in my heart. Sometimes, you come in And ask me to dance. We move and turn and glide In the golden glow of candles That I place there every night. Sometimes, when you don't come, I light the candles And hold the flowers And dream of you. And when dawn's first light Breaks over my sill, I'm there, waiting for you, still. |
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Marge Tindal 
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
Richard, this a poignant piece. I'm sure there are many in the small rooms that have no flowers to hold until someone returns to them. Beautiful. ------------------ ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ [email protected] |
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Member Rara Avis
since 1999-08-13
Posts 7666California |
Well Richard, I like the poem but I swear the first four lines were a line in the movie Young Guns. Michael [This message has been edited by Michael (edited 11-14-1999).] |
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broker6 Member
since 1999-11-07
Posts 132Bellevue, NE, Sarpy |
Michael: You may be right. Like a lot of writers, I often have a poem "triggered" by something I hear or see or read. I used to worry about that, but over time, I have discovered that almost always, the trigger is just that, a trigger. I'm not familiar with the movie you're talking about. Thanks for the comment. |
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hoot_owl_rn Member Patricius
since 1999-07-05
Posts 10750Glen Hope, PA USA |
So sad  |
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