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Wilfred Yeats Member Elite
since 2000-08-04
Posts 2704Wilmington, Delaware 
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Seeking my muse, I sit in silence Alone in my room With sounds of life intruding Cars spinning their wheels On the icy hill Carpenters repairing a roof next door The far off ‘hee-haw’ of EMS rushing Music through a shared wall Proclaiming love in raucous rock tones I am listening for you Hoping to hear you Across the miles Words, thoughts About you The dissemination of your thinking Your love Where it has failed Seemed incomplete I want to feel your hurt Become an empath Hear your new poem From your lips – not the page The freight tracks in the next block Aren’t singing Neither do they rumble With hundred car trains Carrying raw materials to factories It is so cold The dogs have withdrawn Sleeping before hearths Cats are curled on beds Without a purr We are still new I need to hear your Who you were, are Who you want to be How do you see clouds What do trees make you feel What’s made you grow Incidental sounds Still intrude The door bell The phone Jewel sings now Mariah is silent Perhaps she listens too When we do the best that we can, we never know what miracle is wrought in our life, or in the life of another. ~ Helen Keller ~ |
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Startime Member Ascendant
since 2000-10-03
Posts 5918Canada |
*sigh* such heart and soul you have penned, my friend. You call out, reach out and wait a response. It is easy for the heart to respond to your words in all their honesty. Beautiful poem. I hope the one you call to knows it is for her. Much love and Christmas hugs from me to you. Love I leave with you my friend whether it be in your life or of yet the essense of your dreams. http://path2riches.com |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
Ah, "they call the wind Mariah" is what you've forced front from my memory banks, yet I know that had not been your intention...but now I must go find that song... and this Sir, was quite enjoyable... Karilea If I whisper, will you listen?... I would rather be silent and write, than speak loudly and be bound. KRJ |
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Paula Finn Member Ascendant
since 2000-06-17
Posts 5546missouri |
I am sure she listens...you speak to her so well |
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inot2B Member Elite
since 2000-09-18
Posts 2205Arkansas |
The sounds of life are all around you. I hope the sound you really wish to hear comes to you soon. |
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Wilfred Yeats Member Elite
since 2000-08-04
Posts 2704Wilmington, Delaware |
To everyone: Please accept this wish for: May they be the most Joyful ever - and last throughout the year. This was an ttempt to emulate the style of one of my Favorite published poets: Billy Collins - I hope those who read and Liked it will look for his work and find great writing as I did. Startime- I know these holiday times make the communication we desire more difficult - Thanks Sunshine - If you don't remember - your song was featured in the Musical "Paint Your Wagon" and it is a favorite of mine as well. Thank you so much Paula- I believe she does - Thank you inot2B- I hope you noted in my reply preamble - The inspiration came from Mr. Collins - the sounds and wishes are uniquely my own Thank you |
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Martie
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
Bill--Beautiful thoughts you've penned here. |
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Nate Dogg Senior Member
since 1999-11-15
Posts 1658Georgia, Fulton |
Gentle words Bill...a wonderful write! Nathan |
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Gentle Spirit Member Patricius
since 2000-10-09
Posts 13989 |
Bill, sweet and wonderful words. Happy holidays to you too. *s* On the wings of words our spirits fly, and our souls are free. Donna Smith |
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HopeS Member Elite
since 2000-12-22
Posts 4596Perth Western Australia |
beautiful Bill as always I think of clouds as white pillows carrying whispers and tree humming the tunes Hope |
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