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Changing Tides
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Changing Tides |
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christies heart Member
since 1999-08-10
Posts 189NJ, USA |
I am just an empty shell of what was once before. I speak feeble whispers afraid to ask for more. Like a hollow chocolate bar I play a pretty part. Yet emptiness is now contained where once there was a heart. While the tides run high and low my clock speeds as it goes around the face of Father time who know one ever knows. And in this battle for a self that's good, strong and true, I wait on our time's second hand to bring me back to you. Grant that I may not judge my niegbor until I have walked a mile in his moccasians Native American prayer |
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Danny Holloway Member Elite
since 2000-01-15
Posts 2034Tulsa, OK |
Enjoyed reading this poem. The creative use of time was well done. |
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Denise
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-08-22
Posts 22648 |
I agree, well done, Christie! Denise |
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christies heart Member
since 1999-08-10
Posts 189NJ, USA |
Danny and d.synder. Thanks for the mention on the use of time. This was written about some personal frustration and the time thing happened by accident. I am glad it sort of works. Grant that I may not judge my niegbor until I have walked a mile in his moccasians Native American prayer |
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Marge Tindal 
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
Christie's Heart~ I also like the 'time' element. Nicely done. ~*Marge*~ ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ [email protected] |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
While the tides run high and low "my clock speeds as it goes around the face of Father time who know one ever knows. And in this battle for a self that's good, strong and true, I wait on our time's second hand to bring me back to you." Chris, this is very well written...strong emotions expressed here...good analogy of time and the tides too. take care, jm When you see through love's illusions, there lies the danger... And your perfect lover just looks like a perfect fool So you go running off in search of a perfect stranger While the loneliness seems to spring from your life Like a fountain from a pool. Jackson Browne |
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christies heart Member
since 1999-08-10
Posts 189NJ, USA |
Janet Marie, Thanks so much as always for you sweet reply. Chris Grant that I may not judge my niegbor until I have walked a mile in his moccasians Native American prayer |
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hoot_owl_rn Member Patricius
since 1999-07-05
Posts 10750Glen Hope, PA USA |
Very well written  |
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Meadowmuse Member Elite
since 1999-12-27
Posts 3263 |
"While the tides run high and low my clock speeds as it goes" Great analogy here, Chris. Enjoyed this poem! ~ Claire |
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