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My Drowsy Head
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My Drowsy Head |
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Meadowmuse Member Elite
since 1999-12-27
Posts 3263 |
My Drowsy HeadI read his words aloud again of verses laced with passion, free. I cannot help but crave the touch soft syllables stroke my memory. When pen to ink dips softly thus and writes from honest aching heart, how can one turn and carry on, and from love's missive duly part? How can one face each night anew with emptied arms and sorrow's song? How might one suddenly deny what words, as torches, can scarce prolong? Yet what if love was not surreal? Nor ether, vapor, mist entwined? Could words of love create a bond in which a greater truth assigned? My drowsy head cannot abide. Such madness, now, these queries sow! I greet the Night, to grieve upon his words, the love I shall not know.  Claire |
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Sven
since 1999-11-23
Posts 14937East Lansing, MI USA |
Claire, the longing and the unknown in this one are readily apparent. . . Your words speak of a love never known. . .a love known only in the mind. . .and in the heart. . . Superb my friend. . . ----------------------------------------------------- That which gives light must endure burning --Victor Frankl |
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netswan Senior Member
since 2000-03-28
Posts 1369Washington |
What a wonderful rhythmetic poem -- reminds me to start working harder on my own. Well done. If this is how you feel -this emptiness inside, remember this dear Claire we have to let love in --) netswan |
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Meadowmuse Member Elite
since 1999-12-27
Posts 3263 |
Sven, how perceptive you are, my friend. Thank you for reading this one... Netswan, thank you for letting me know you enjoyed this. It seems my muse has found herself a bit barren, verbally, and has taken to playing devil's advocate with my mind, of late. I think she likes to keep me in the throes...  ~ 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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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
to fall for the poets sweet words... tis indeed a lonely curse. I too crave the touch of my poets hands, to be embraced by more than his verse. *sigh*... whats a girl to do. *smile* perfect poem C, just perfect! take care,jm 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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CSwtThng Member
since 1999-07-28
Posts 124 |
Well written. Love can be very scary yet it can be so comforting. |
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Denise
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-08-22
Posts 22648 |
This is exquisite, Claire. I especially love the last verse. Denise |
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Marge Tindal
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
Claire~ Hard to rest your 'drowsy head' with longing thoughts playing about. This is stunningly lovely, hon. Love ya' ~*Marge*~ ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ [email protected] |
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Meadowmuse Member Elite
since 1999-12-27
Posts 3263 |
Janet Marie...thank you, how did I know you would understand?? Actually, I'm fine...truly...just stretching my poetic legs tonight. (although....) CSwtThng, yes on both counts! A belated welcome to Passions (I don't get over here as much as I'd like) and thank you for reading! Denise...just knowing you've read my little poem makes me smile. Thank you! Marge...I've fairly resigned myself to the longing thoughts being long forgotten... Glad you enjoyed this, thank you, dear one. ~ 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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Nan
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-05-20
Posts 21191Cape Cod Massachusetts USA |
Nicely done, Claire... Perhaps when we lie our drowsy heads down that love finds its way to us.. It's the incessent searching that makes it impossible to find....  |
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HelmutB Senior Member
since 2000-01-06
Posts 964Canada |
No sentence could do justice No words could describe No thought could bring truth any closer Then you have done with this poem I can only but admire you And yet the pain is shared These words will haunt me through the night So well written and so right To feel what "others" feel I do For this poem I “Thank you” L.& S.P. The ability to describe life with words is similar to painting a picture; both can be powerful tools. |
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David2 Member
since 2000-03-22
Posts 407 |
Claire, Quite touching, I especialy liked these lines; My drowsy head cannot abide. Such madness, now, these queries sow! I greet the Night, to grieve upon his words, the love I shall not know. I like the way you express yourself.I only hope you aren't pining for such lost love. David2 [This message has been edited by David2 (edited 05-12-2000).] |
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Rosemary J. Gwaltney Senior Member
since 1999-08-26
Posts 997northern mountains, Idaho |
I love this poem. I don't know how you get the words so nice and large. I like that too. |
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Meadowmuse Member Elite
since 1999-12-27
Posts 3263 |
Nan, thank you. Yes, and perhaps it is all the searching that makes one so drowsy *smile* Helmut, thank you for your kindness. I know you understand...but still I must write, at least, for now. L. and S.P. David, thank you for reading this and letting me know that it touched you. I am fine...no pining that I can't handle, thankyou. Rosemary, I'm glad you liked this, but tell me...how large is the font?? On my screen it looks actually rather small, but wonder if that is due to my "small fonts" settings. I didn't realize that my posts were coming out so large...that is not at all the way I wanted them. Guess I'll have to modify the html and see if it helps. Thank you for reading, my friend. ~ 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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