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Seymour Tabin Member Empyrean
since 1999-07-07
Posts 31720Tamarac Fla 
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Trifles The sun had sent a wake up call It stood and grew upon my wall. Its silent gesture spoke to me It pantomimed a mystery. An object of familiar drape Yet not familiar is its shape. I saw no presence in my sight To make this shadow come to light. Its entered through my window pane And brought me out of sleeps refrain. Its forced me from the warmth of bed To look outside in curious stead And there upon a tree limb hung A wind tossed piece of paper dung. It must have blown there in the night And hung there till the mornings light. An incident of trifles lair Yet brought me into full declare. |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
The sun had sent a wake up call It stood and grew upon my wall. Its silent gesture spoke to me It pantomimed a mystery. An object of familiar drape Yet not familiar is its shape. I saw no presence in my sight To make this shadow come to light. Its entered through my window pane And brought me out of sleeps refrain. Its forced me from the warmth of bed To look outside in curious stead ================== I bet when you talk in your sleep... you do it in rhyme and cadence.. I bet you even snore with melody ... and hiccup in harmony...  nothing about this poems wisdome defines Trifles. later-my-rhyme-a-gator jm |
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Balladeer
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-05
Posts 25505Ft. Lauderdale, Fl USA |
Funny how trifles can take on such importance, right, Sy? I guess the trick is in recognizing them for what they are...... |
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Marge Tindal 
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
Seymour~ What a little rhyme charmer you are. Love n' hugs. ~*Marge*~ ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ [email protected] |
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Seymour Tabin Member Empyrean
since 1999-07-07
Posts 31720Tamarac Fla |
Janet, That's where I get my best stuff, in my sleep. *L* Balladeer, You got that right you just have to put them in their place. Marge, Love n' hugs back. |
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