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Cold eyes imploring...
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Cold eyes imploring... |
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For_Never Member
since 1999-10-27
Posts 125Cincinnati, oh, United States of America |
Cold eyes imploring; And I come upon her lie Her voice as soft as thunder.. Feeling lost in plain sight In the darkness reigns her name Beauty lost to most I see just like flowers blossoming in the rain Somewhere in my burning night She flickers in to veiw So yet somewhere in my fields of pain There are flowers blossoming in the rain Yet I cry to live a bit more.. For just a moment I feel that brutal truth Just for once to make quick these feelings I often feign And, to see the flowers blossoming in the rain For a fateful night of passion, since my heart need one last vent, I believe I am willing to pay that black widows rent... |
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catslair Junior Member
since 2000-01-16
Posts 48 |
loved this........and the last line just finished it off beautifully....  |
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Meadowmuse Member Elite
since 1999-12-27
Posts 3263 |
An interesting albeit curious piece. I enjoyed your "blossoming in the rain" metaphorical imagery.  Claire |
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devina Member Elite
since 1999-10-28
Posts 3539Cali |
You have some great imagery in this poem. It's funny how the hurt brings out the best in your talent! Cheer up you romantic poet!  Open arms can be the most fragile in the world... |
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Justbleu Member Elite
since 1999-08-31
Posts 3329Oregon, Originally From Alaska :) |
I loved the last line "flowers blossoming in the rain", beautiful images and sad!! Keep on writing!! Take Care Bridgette |
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hoot_owl_rn Member Patricius
since 1999-07-05
Posts 10750Glen Hope, PA USA |
I love the final line to, what a great conclusion to this piece |
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Echo Rhayne Senior Member
since 1999-09-17
Posts 1495Canyon Country, CA |
Beautiful and I 'echo' the above statements! ~*~ ^i^ ~*~ Love is such a lonely art, and death is but a taste. Minds are merely instruments that often go to waste! ~*~ ^i^ ~*~ |
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JennyLee Senior Member
since 1999-09-01
Posts 1461Northwestern, NJ. |
Excellent For_Never. I love the second stanza  Jenny Words bloom like flowers that seem astonished at being born. L. Pirandello 16th Century Dramatist |
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Isis Member Ascendant
since 1999-09-06
Posts 6296Sunny Queensland |
Beautiful as always Edward Let your heart guide you. It whispers, so listen closely. ~Isis~ (Sovereign of the Spirit) |
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For_Never Member
since 1999-10-27
Posts 125Cincinnati, oh, United States of America |
Thank you all, I hope to find the hidden beauty...I now know it is there...I just have to open my eyes... For a fateful night of passion, since my heart need one last vent, I believe I am willing to pay that black widows rent... |
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bsquirrel
since 2000-01-03
Posts 7855 |
A difficult but rewarding poem. I love the recurring image, too. I'm just imagining a cluster of flowers weighed down in mud, leaves glistening, crumbs of dirt darkening and sliding down the leaves, stems pushing forward, down ... well, you get the idea. Mike |
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