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On Moving (or, moving on ...) |
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Skyfyre Senior Member
since 1999-08-15
Posts 1906Sitting in Michael's Lap 
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The quiet corners call in barreness, And echo memories from silent halls -- While shadowed ghosts at edge of sight confess In hushe’d tones what once beheld these walls; What laughter floated there --what passion burned -- And both with wild abandon there applied; What haunting joy in nightly dreams returned When what had spun their cloth long since had died; Remembered thrill that met the merest kiss, The scent that fades, but ne’er will truly go -- And nothing left to fill my thoughts but this, That only you, and I, and walls, will know. For though from house of dreams I may depart, Its emptiness shall always fill my heart. Full fathom five thy father lies, Of his bones are coral made, Those are pearls that were his eyes; Nothing of him that doth fade But doth suffer a sea-change Into something rich and strange... --William Shakespeare, from The Tempest |
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bsquirrel
since 2000-01-03
Posts 7855 |
Skyfyre, It may be emptiness -- but one infused with richness, sight and beauty. Awesome. Mike |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
In hushe’d tones what once beheld these walls; What laughter floated there --what passion burned -- And both with wild abandon there applied; What haunting joy in nightly dreams returned When what had spun their cloth long since had died; Remembered thrill that met the merest kiss, The scent that fades, but ne’er will truly go -- And nothing left to fill my thoughts but this, That only you, and I, and walls, will know. ---------- and if those walls could talk... they would speak in poetic perfection... man, you are just so good at this...*smile* exceptional emotions in this piece. take care, jm...with PE..  It's amazing How you make your face just like a wall How you take your heart and turn it off How I turn my head and you lose it all ... And it's unnerving How one move just puts me by myself There you go just trusting someone else Now I know I put us both through hell ... I'm not sayin That there was nothing wrong I just didn't think you'd ever get tired of me And I'm not sayin We ever had the right to hold on I just didn't wanna let you get away from me. ~MB20~Leave |
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Poet deVine
Administrator
Member Seraphic
since 1999-05-26
Posts 22612Hurricane Alley |
I know Wow! is not a good word to use to describe how this poem affected me..but it's so powerful, so emotional and so darn good!!! I love your work...never read anything of yours I didn't think was marvelous! Thank you for sharing this with us.  |
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Kit McCallum
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Member Laureate
since 2000-04-30
Posts 14774Ontario, Canada |
I loved this Skyfyre ... I've always felt that houses retain a certain warmth and qualities of those who have lived amongst them, and your poem brings this clearly to mind. Wonderful work! Best wishes, /Kit |
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wayoutwalt Member Elite
since 1999-06-22
Posts 4870TEXAS (it's all big) |
well first of all what pdv said and second of all yuh sniff |
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David2 Member
since 2000-03-22
Posts 407 |
Skyfyre, Your work is always amazing. You write as I wish I could. Great poem! David2  |
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Christopher
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Member Rara Avis
since 1999-08-02
Posts 8296Purgatorial Incarceration |
Preparing to depart. To leave behind these ghostly walls. To leave behind my heart. The hallways drip with emptiness, My footsteps echo loud 'Cross mem'ries of a simple life Falls a somber shroud. Another glance into the bedroom Where we once acted love Those walls saw so much happiness Though now, nothing's left of The laughter which once resounded Twixt whispered forevers, Gentle caresses in the night, And promises to n'er Let the other cross o'er the Earth Alone, to face life's trials. But promises made during times O' joy, are just denial Of the pain a broken heart brings Preparing to depart The empty halls of ghostly love To face another start. Sigh Kess. I must say that you've brought tears to my eyes. It is hard, lonely and I admit in a way a bit scary. I feel as if I've spent my whole life moving and moving and moving. I wonder sometimes if I'll ever find a place to call home, with someone to make it feel like such. Who knows? All I know, is that as long as I have friends like you, I will never be truly alone. Thank you, from the bottom of my heart. Love, Chris |
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CocoBaci Member Elite
since 2000-05-06
Posts 3043 |
Sky, such beauty beneath the feelings you write...this is an exquisite poem. CocoBaci |
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Denise
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-08-22
Posts 22648 |
This is very moving, Kess. I especially was touched by the closing couplet. Very well done! Denise |
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Kellsue Member
since 2000-05-06
Posts 210Waukesha, WI USA |
Beautifully written Sky...just beautiful!  ~Kelly  ~Kellsue Reflect upon your present blessings-of which every man has many-not on your past misfortunes, of which all men have some. ~Charles Dickens We make a living by what we get, but we make a life by what we give. ~Winston Churchill |
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