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Our Eyes |
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Alwye
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since 1999-06-16
Posts 3850In the space between moments 
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Eyes-- puddles reflecting the rushing White water rapids of our souls And mirroring the shadowed corners Of our thoughts... Orbs of gentle, shifting color Exposing dreams, holding saffron Shades of light , And offering a flowering of compassion From their depths. And then those eyes are wounded-- A trickling of emotion trails Downward As the harsh words are hurled So carelessly, Battering upon each other Without regard to the swirling of emotion Sheltered within. Those eyes now echo loneliness And a raw, guttural pain For the deluge of bitterness in our hearts Cannot begin to cease Until we learn to bestow kindness Upon one another No matter what crushing words They may throw upon us. *Krista Knutson* I'm a slow dying flower In a frost-killing hour The sweet turning sour and untouchable... -Natalie Merchant |
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Saunni Senior Member
since 2000-07-11
Posts 1777West Virginia |
You said it all in just those few words. You have a great talent that is for sure.  Sauni Sauni :) Have you ever known the color grey when the nighttime finds you weak I have, I've walked that road each time; that's where my angel sleeps |
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VAS Member Rara Avis
since 2000-11-16
Posts 7450Oregon |
Wow! That last stanza is a 'mouthful'!!! Well done! |
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Dusk Treader
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since 1999-06-18
Posts 1187St. Paul, MN |
Wonderfully well written poem, my dear! The callousness of people is astounding. Real strength lies in love and compassion though, and it will triumph. Great as always, and it's certainly good to see you past your block! "And every state of mind, left to itself, every shutting up of the creature within the dungeon of its own mind - is, in the end, Hell" - C.S. Lewis |
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Dawn Eclipse Senior Member
since 2000-01-31
Posts 637The Horsehead Nebula |
wonderfully written Krissa.. i agree with abe, nice to see you past your block. "Forget regret, or life is yours to miss. No other course, no other way... No day but today" ~Broadway Musical RENT~ *Cassandra Roseen* |
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Secret Whisper Member
since 2001-01-25
Posts 298Through the Looking Glass |
Who was it that wrote... The eyes are the window to the soul? You write wonderfully. Excellent imagery with color, and mans inhumanity to man. My compliments. "Death marks the beginning, not the end. It is our journey to God." --Billy Graham |
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ethome Member Patricius
since 2000-05-14
Posts 11858New Brunswick Canada |
Wow! you sure got the eyes thing down pat!! Great write!! The poet is like a cocoon; in him the caterpillar of the past finds rest, and from him the butterfly of the future emerges. |
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Dark Angel Member Patricius
since 1999-08-04
Posts 10095 |
Beautiful Krista, those last lines just say it all hon A great write Maree I may know the word but not say it I may know the truth but not face it I may hear a sound a whisper sacred and profound but turn my head indifferent. Natalie Merchant [This message has been edited by Dark Angel (edited 03-10-2001).] |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
Hey my other K.....well done my dear...well done, indeed! |
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