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christies heart
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since 1999-08-10

Posts 189
NJ, USA

0 posted 2000-02-13 08:13 AM

Like a spiral it spins forever.
We never quite know where it ends.
It dances with shame, it's painted with hope.
It toys with humanity, never making ammends.

Like a dragon it breaths down our backs
as we stand on the shore of this age.
Beyond the horizen, the gold must be won,
while we trample on truth with sunbeams of rage.

So when will we learn to wade through grey
On the pages of novels where our end never rhymes?
When will wealth mean feet in warm sand
running though castles of angel designs?

Christie R

Nan

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Member Seraphic

since 1999-05-20

Posts 21191
Cape Cod Massachusetts USA

1 posted 2000-02-13 02:03 PM

A poem like this one - exuding such wonderful imagery from every portentous line.... with a archetypal message such as this is definitely coming back for more...

Poet deVine

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since 1999-05-26

Posts 22612
Hurricane Alley

2 posted 2000-02-13 02:08 PM

This fairly sings! Lovely poem with beautiful imagery! I would love to see those castles of angels designs!

christies heart
Member

since 1999-08-10

Posts 189
NJ, USA

3 posted 2000-02-13 05:53 PM

Thanks for the comments. It's always so hard for me to share poetry. Any feedback helps me be motivated to actually allow myself to put this stuff anywhere other than fast food napkins.

Mistikman
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since 2000-01-10

Posts 682
San Jose, CA, USA

4 posted 2000-02-13 05:54 PM

As PdV and Nan have said before me, wonderful poem and great use of imagery

Keep up the good work.

I am not a poet, I am merely one who speaks in emotion

Marge Tindal

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since 1999-11-06

Posts 42384
Florida's Foreverly Shores

5 posted 2000-02-13 10:03 PM

Christie's Heart-
Well, this is a diner of sorts.
We have a full menu of poetry.
Yours is definitely better than
written on a fast-food napkin.
Beautifully laden with imagery
of barefoot toes in sand.
A wealth of immense measure.
Thank you for sharing it with us.
~*Marge*~

~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~
noles1@totcon.com

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