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Seymour Tabin Member Empyrean
since 1999-07-07
Posts 31720Tamarac Fla 
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Waiting In my hand a photograph Looked upon and hardly worn An image of a lovely lass A face that lights my light of dawn. She dwells my person heart and mind And ever stays inside of me The photograph plays a part Like a sip of mornings tea. She sets an overflowing desk Speaks to me each mornings light I'd swear her lips tilt up a bit In fantasies created sight. Whatever, it's the sight of her That puts the spring on to my way And I am waiting patiently To hold her on some future day. I pause the bed of time consume And sit and wait besides a beach A favored spot we both agreed Invisible and hard to reach. It stays with me in secret quest A private thing, a private jest. |
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ethome Member Patricius
since 2000-05-14
Posts 11858New Brunswick Canada |
Everybody has their dreams and would be lost without them. I like the private jest line, that capped off a wonderfully written piece of poetry...love the dreamlike scenes..love the rhyme...you've got a great poetic talent. |
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Elizabeth Santos Member Rara Avis
since 1999-11-08
Posts 9269Pennsylvania |
Another wonderful poem. A beautiful fantasy but yet seeming within reach. Well written Liz [This message has been edited by Elizabeth Santos (edited 07-30-2000).] |
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Seymour Tabin Member Empyrean
since 1999-07-07
Posts 31720Tamarac Fla |
Ethome, You coments are very kind, thank you. Elizabeth. Thanks for the seeming within reach. Sy |
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