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Unaccepted Gifts (bring the kleenex)
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Unaccepted Gifts (bring the kleenex) |
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linda munday Member
since 2000-06-17
Posts 315Adelaide, Australia 
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UNACCEPTED GIFTS You offer me a silver spoon I turn and leave the room You give your hand I pull away I don’t know why You offer me a golden wing I brush the feathers off You give your lips I wipe them off I don’t know why You offer me a pewter cup I put it on the floor You give your heart I shut the door I don’t know why You offer me a ruby heart I treat it like its steel You give yourself I hold you not I don’t know why My walls are up They’re made of glass I can see you there for me Unless they’re smashed Then there’ll just be, Me, and Me, and Me. |
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Marge Tindal 
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
Linda~ Ain't nuthin' gonna send me reaching for Kleenex tonight !  Now cut that out !  'You offer me a golden wing I brush the feathers off' This phrase is just delicately delectable ... ~*Marge*~ ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ noles1@totcon.com |
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Sunnyone Member Ascendant
since 2000-07-06
Posts 5334Staffordshire, England |
Sometimes we just don't know why we do what we do, I guess!! I enjoyed this, and only used a small box of Kleenex!!! Today is a gift.... That is why they call it 'the Present'! |
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ethome Member Patricius
since 2000-05-14
Posts 11858New Brunswick Canada |
Linda you seem to be quite gaurded in this piece.....I guess the perils of being hurt stay around too long, the door stays closed when you really want to open it...wonderful work I really enjoyed reading it. |
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Kit McCallum
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since 2000-04-30
Posts 14774Ontario, Canada |
You've expressed yourself well in this Linda ... it's so easy to keep the walls up when we've been hurt in the past. Nicely penned!  Best wishes, /Kit |
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Mark Bohannan Member Rara Avis
since 2000-06-21
Posts 7269In the winds of Cherokee song |
Linda-your words haunt me as I am sure many others as well. Let the poor guy in and let him give you what YOU deserve. Way too lonely to be just you and you and you. Very nicely written. |
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JnR4eva Member
since 2000-08-07
Posts 377Bronx, NY |
Linda your words are very powerful and they way you have put them in poetic balance is brillant...excellent read "my love is my motivation my love is my inspiration perception of this poem is your interpretation" -- me |
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linda munday Member
since 2000-06-17
Posts 315Adelaide, Australia |
Such compliments from you all, thank you. Note the precious metals and gems in contrast with the common and easily broken glass wall. Smashing slowly to avoid the shards Linda M. |
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Sudhir Iyer Member Ascendant
since 2000-04-26
Posts 6943Mumbai, India : now in Belgium |
You offer me a ruby heart I treat it like its steel You give yourself I hold you not I don’t know why My walls are up They’re made of glass I can see you there for me Unless they’re smashed Then there’ll just be, Me, and Me, and Me. .... This is great writing, Linda... regards, sudhir |
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catalinamoon
since 2000-06-03
Posts 9543The Shores of Alone |
To add nothing new, I have to say, this is phenomenal, the description of the heart afraid to be unprotected. Take care. catalinamoon |
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