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Ships That Pass By Night
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Ships That Pass By Night |
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John Yaws Senior Member
since 1999-10-09
Posts 860Texas 
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It was just a folding table, in a crowded laundromat. It really doesn’t matter when, nor where the place was at. I caught her looking straight at me, I had to look away... Her loneliness, and fear, and doubt, were plain as light of day.. I felt that I’d intruded, that her very soul was bare- I can’t forget the hunger, I saw bottled up in there. She smiled, I nodded, turned away, for she must never know, The impact that she had on me, I felt it like a blow. My clothes were dry I folded them, and still I felt her eyes- Grasping desperately to hold, I knew she realized... That I would start my truck and leave, I almost felt her fright- Two ships that pass out on the sea, then vanish in the night. Two ships tossed by a tempest, as they wallow through life’s sea, Loneliness a fact of life for those like her, and me. Inexorably they’re drawn apart, to slowly fade from sight... A product of the world they know, these ships that pass by night. Visit My Home Page http://www.geocities.com/montcogunslinger/Hompage.html |
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Xeonox
since 2000-04-01
Posts 1764CA, USA |
Great poem. I enjoyed it very much. Great usuage of ships.  Ronil (What I say I live by and what I live by is what I create). |
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Dee Member Elite
since 2000-08-19
Posts 2330Queensland, Australia |
Gunslinger, great work. I can even see it in my minds eye. Dee |
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Meadowmuse Member Elite
since 1999-12-27
Posts 3263 |
"Two ships that pass out on the sea, then vanish in the night." And again, my dear Troubadour, your perception and expressive verbal expertise make this a lovely, poignant read. Two ships, passing... ~ Claire Could a greater miracle take place than for us to look through each other's eyes for an instant?......Henry David Thoreau |
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sonjes Senior Member
since 2000-02-18
Posts 564North Carolina |
You really caught me up in your poem, Gunslinger...I felt like I was there, I was party to the whole thing and it pierced my emotions. Great writing!!! Don't care what people say Just follow your own way Don't give up and use the chance To return to innocence. -Enigma |
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Chanson Senior Member
since 2000-08-19
Posts 1559Up Creek w/Out Paddle |
I thoroughly enjoy this, Gunslinger. It flows smooth like a gentle wave. ...chanson~ ~"Music, when soft voices die, Vibrates in the memory..." P.B. Shelley~ |
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Denise
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-08-22
Posts 22648 |
This is excellent, John! I think I now have a new favorite of yours! Wonderful writing! Denise |
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