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On Marbled Floor
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On Marbled Floor |
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Elizabeth Santos Member Rara Avis
since 1999-11-08
Posts 9269Pennsylvania 
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On Marbled Floor An intricate wrought iron gate Opens slow as you await To enter this ancient estate Two columns tall on either side Atop a stairway high and wide And there a door where phantoms hide Tiled walls and marbled floor A tall and heavy rosewood door In panel’s carved bizarre decor The furnishings are things of old The atmosphere is damp and cold It’s karma would in time unfold Unconscious to the conscious earth This dream to me is given birth To all the things to me of worth I lie there on the hard cold floor And feel the jagged edge of sword That cuts my soul into the core My eyes awake to feel the pain That was induced by loss or gain And I in sorrow would remain A shivering chill comes over me As shadows creep so cautiously Through Tara’s halls of pageantry With naked skin on marble’s cold And looking upward I behold Another me who’s growing old She picks me up from off the floor And carries me through rosewood door To help me heal from living’s sore She rescues me from certain death And then becomes my life and breath My older self in peacefulness For she would deal with all the pain That since my youth had still remained A fearsome ghost within my brain The dream was not a dream at all But puzzle pieces of recall The heart had kept within it’s walls The tiled walls, the marbled floor The grotesque face on rosewood door Within my mind forever more Sometimes we hide the pain and tears So deep inside for many years But we ourselves must face these fears Only when the truth comes out Can we release the spirit’s spout And reap the joy we’ve lived without It’s never futile, never late To deal with sorrow of our fate And close for good the wrought iron gate Elizabeth Santos [This message has been edited by Elizabeth Santos (edited 10-15-2000).] |
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2dalimit Member Elite
since 2000-02-08
Posts 2228Mississippi coast |
WOW! That was a great read. Melton |
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Irish Rose Member Patricius
since 2000-04-06
Posts 10263 |
Elizabeth, I loved the rhyme scheme in this one! It was a joy to read. Kathleen |
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Kit McCallum
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Member Laureate
since 2000-04-30
Posts 14774Ontario, Canada |
This was so very different for you in style and form Liz, and I enjoyed it tremendously. The message, as always, rings clearly through your heart. We seem to be of a similar mindset today my friend ... beautiful thoughts Liz, and a wonderful closing: "It’s never futile, never late To deal with sorrow of our fate And close for good the wrought iron gate" Best wishes and hugs my twin,  /Kit |
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Victoria
since 2000-08-12
Posts 5869 |
I love the images Elizabeth..felt like i was there.. nice writing~Victoria~ A poem is never finished, only abandoned. - Paul Valery (1871-1945) |
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Denise
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-08-22
Posts 22648 |
You just keep getting better and better, Elizabeth! Wonderful expression! Denise |
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Sunnyone Member Ascendant
since 2000-07-06
Posts 5334Staffordshire, England |
~~~ Elizabeth ~~~ I am always in awe when I read your beautiful poetry. This one touched me deeply and helped me sort out some thoughts. I thank you!  Follow your dream! |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
Sometimes we hide the pain and tears So deep inside for many years But we ourselves must face these fears Only when the truth comes out Can we release the spirit’s spout And reap the joy we’ve lived without It’s never futile, never late To deal with sorrow of our fate And close for good the wrought iron gate =================== beautiful Lizzie... love the 3 verse rhyme ...and your words ring so true... me thinks you must of had wisdom breakfast with sweet Sy ... wonderful poetry ... wonderful watching you grow ... ] love ya sweet poet of grace me |
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Mark Bohannan Member Rara Avis
since 2000-06-21
Posts 7269In the winds of Cherokee song |
My friend, not only is your poetry superb in everyway but your wisdom especially of late is so profound. You have always been able to show us the depth of your thought and bring to us many things to ponder but each and every time you just get better and deeper. Superbly written. |
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Elizabeth Santos Member Rara Avis
since 1999-11-08
Posts 9269Pennsylvania |
Melton, Thank you for your words Kathleen, Thanks for reading and for your kind comment Kit, After your last few posts, I find it hard to call you my twin, the quality of your poetry is just superb. But we can be sisters! Thanks for always reading. You're a dear Victoria, I wish I could say they are images, but this poem is all recollection. Thanks so much Denise, Thanks for your sweet comments Sunny, I was interested in your comment. I have learned that sooner or later you must deal with things suffered in the past. And things must be resolved with those people involved in order to find peace.Thanks for the remarks JM, I wish I had wisdom breakfast with Sy, so some of his wisdom (and vocabulary!) would rub off on me. Thanks, sweetheart, for your comments Mark, Your words warm my heart, asalways, your comments are so kind. Thanks so much for reading Liz |
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Seymour Tabin Member Empyrean
since 1999-07-07
Posts 31720Tamarac Fla |
Elizabeth, A little Poeish but I love Poe. A serious and excellent work. Love Sy |
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Marge Tindal
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
Elizabeth~ It's almost as though she helped dip the quill. I felt the presence. 'Only when the truth comes out Can we release the spirit’s spout And reap the joy we’ve lived without' That's powerful poetry, my friend. ~*Marge*~ ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ [email protected] |
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Wilfred Yeats Member Elite
since 2000-08-04
Posts 2704Wilmington, Delaware |
a double reminder of Edgar Allen Poe - Saturday - at a wedding reception - I stepped outside to behold the monument over his bueial site - and tonight I read: "The tiled walls, the marbled floor The grotesque face on rosewood door Within my mind forever more" and the raven returned once more Well done my lady well done! |
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Elizabeth Santos Member Rara Avis
since 1999-11-08
Posts 9269Pennsylvania |
Sy, Marge, and Bill. Thank you for your Poe comments. This poem, however I cannot attribute to creativity, as everything in it is true. But there's no way for the reader to know that. The older woman is me dealing with true events, and releasing them from inside. The tiled walls and marbled floor were in a clinic, once a pulic building in colonial times, a "Tara" of governmental pageantry, then reduced to a run down public clinic. Thanks for thinking me imaginative, but this poem is only puzzle pieces "She" did write it. Thanks, Liz |
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