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Lady Ollyne
Member

since 2001-01-08

Posts 337
East Coast

0 posted 2001-03-07 03:30 PM

Browning Edges

Into my mind I shall crawl
this evening, longing for a moment
like the last. Remembering the soft scent
of Gardenia, as the petals paled
in comparison to the light
streaming in through yon window,
allowing only one shadow to appear.

As you came to me then,
armoured in desire, mine Knight
in shining eyes, bluer than the ocean,
deeper in want, mine heart pounded it's
rhythm, a poem all it's own.

Why is it that a moment
is only made up of seconds, yet
can last a lifetime in heart? That time
can stand still in a world of turmoil,
and pulled from memory
in a moment, grasped in thoughts, to
comfort the ailing.

As I lay each night in wonder,
there next to me rests a box
of treasured white. Thoughts from a moment,
and as I lift the lid, and tilt it slightly,
I can see the browning edges
of a memory, trying to hold on.

Missing You,
Lady Ollyne

"O, learn to read what silent love hath writ:
To hear with eyes belongs to love's fine wit"...Shakespeare

suthern

Member Seraphic

since 1999-07-29

Posts 20723
Louisiana

1 posted 2001-03-07 04:42 PM

Beautiful! I could smell the sweet scent of gardenia as you opened your memory box. *S*

Sunshine

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since 1999-06-25

Posts 63354
Listening to every heart

2 posted 2001-03-07 05:51 PM

Oh, this tugs....

Marge Tindal

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since 1999-11-06

Posts 42384
Florida's Foreverly Shores

3 posted 2001-03-07 07:16 PM

LadyOllyne~
You know the nostalgia in this piece got to me.
Soft and lovely.
~*Marge*~

~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~
noles1@totcon.com

Lone Wolf
Member Ascendant

since 2000-03-16

Posts 5842
Lansing, MI USA

4 posted 2001-03-07 07:24 PM

The edges may brown and wear, but the memory will never fade. Beautiful writing.

LW

Poetry should surprise by fine excess...it should strike the reader as a wording of his own highest thoughts and appear almost a remembrance. -J.Keats

Bill Charles
Member Patricius

since 2000-07-11

Posts 10619
highways, & byways, for now

5 posted 2001-03-07 08:49 PM

My Lady - ah yes, memories are made of this, and that. Lovely writing my Lady of the heart.

BC

Irish Rose
Member Patricius

since 2000-04-06

Posts 10263

6 posted 2001-03-08 08:55 AM

Yes, Lady, once a knight kisses you you'll never ever be the same again!

Kathleen Blake

"When red-haired girls scamper like roses over the rain-green grass,
and the sun drips honey."
Laurie Lee

Sven

Member Laureate

since 1999-11-23

Posts 14937
East Lansing, MI USA

7 posted 2001-03-08 10:27 PM

bowing

indeed poet fair. . . thou hast indeed again told a tale of love so wonderful, I am afraid that my words can hardly give it justice. . .

I thank thee. . .

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To the world, you may only be one person. But to one person, you may be the world.

Sunlit Soul
Junior Member

since 2001-02-05

Posts 37
Never Land

8 posted 2001-03-08 10:35 PM

Lady~ In a word, gorgeous. I loved the look into the memory box and all the great thoughts and images. A work well written.

"Every man dies. Not every man lives."
-Tim Robbins

Lady Ollyne
Member

since 2001-01-08

Posts 337
East Coast

9 posted 2001-03-13 12:08 PM

Lady of the South
   A special box holds
   the scent of loving
   in the form of the aging
   treasures kept safe
   for a bit of memory touch.

Lady of Light
   A tug here and there
   keeps one aware
   of the hold that love
   has on us.

Lady Marge
   Past present and future
   thoughts are always
   there to give one pleasure.

Lady of the Lone Wolf
   Memories never fade
   they always bloom
   at the right  moment
   every time they rise to mind.
   Thanking Thee
   for words of kind.

Sir William Charles
   This and that always
   shall be tucked away
   in a place in my heart
   for safe keeping
   ~Smiling~

   Lady Ollyne thanks you

"O, learn to read what silent love hath writ:
To hear with eyes belongs to love's fine wit"...Shakespeare

[This message has been edited by Lady Ollyne (edited 03-13-2001).]

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