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the name is bleeding, after all...
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the name is bleeding, after all... |
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Tramp Poet Senior Member
since 2000-01-06
Posts 754Could Be Anywhere... 
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Breath of Kiss Expensive flowers droop, blacken, and fall dark, wilted petals litter the floor. Alive and vibrant for just a few days like her; again the tears begin to pour. Her blanket drapes across, filled with cat her chair next to the frosted window pane. Abandoned knitting awaiting mistress neighbors murmur softly, it's a shame. Her pillows smell like her against my face soaking up the tears without ending. Her cat licks my hand as if to ask..? It's her memories that I am spending. A magazine half-read, half-folded in place her comfortable shoes in a pile next to books. I sit and look from her favorite window we laughed, loved in this tiny breakfast nook. She said, "I'll see you later"! We kissed. One horrible, eternal second; she's forever gone. This place once hers; I cry, laugh, cry and cry nothing shall be right again, forever wrong, oh so wrong. Flowers bought in love, droop and fall each petal a death, a death, a death. Time will heal, cause nothing else will I taste her, I feel her, I savor her laugh, I feel her breath as we kiss goodbye. D.J.Burt 3/96 Cervantes all rights reserved) there is only one... Romans 10:9-10 |
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catslair Junior Member
since 2000-01-16
Posts 48 |
ohhhhh this is so beautiful....i felt evey single word.........and my grief is your grief as we can share together in just the knowing of it.....well written and expressed!!!!!!!!! |
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hoot_owl_rn Member Patricius
since 1999-07-05
Posts 10750Glen Hope, PA USA |
Beautiful, yet so very sad  At the touch of love, everyone becomes a poet. ~Plato |
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Denise
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-08-22
Posts 22648 |
Excellent poem, full of grief. A grief that you made me feel along with you. Denise |
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PhaerieChild Senior Member
since 1999-08-30
Posts 1787Aloha, Oregon |
How incredibly sad!! Poetry~ Words falling on paper, painting a dream. Shawna R. Holder Boise, Idaho |
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HelmutB Senior Member
since 2000-01-06
Posts 964Canada |
sad indeed it is but well done, very well Thank you The ability to describe life with words is similar to painting a picture; both can be powerful tools. |
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poetry_kills Senior Member
since 1999-12-04
Posts 549new orleans |
bleeding: beautiful poem and well-deserving of the one it commemorates... your imagery is superb and the feelings you pour onto the paper (virtual paper) are profound and universal... a wonderful piece that i'm sure to read again before this post is lost... sincerely, jerome the boy with no brain A savage place! as holy and enchanted As e'er beneath a waning moon was haunted By woman wailing for her demon-lover! ~Coleridge |
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