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| Open Poetry #12 |
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Sad Fairytale |
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Mysteria 
since 2001-03-07
Posts 18328British Columbia, Canada 
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 Sad Fairytaleby Mysteria With a bowed head and an aching heart, She unfolded her tattered purple wings. Gently she wiped away a tear, and tried to, Focus on some of her favorite things. Atop her hiding place, she cried a sad lament, So sad and haunting, was the sound she did sing. Yet, it was a song so chillingly beautiful, It could only be sung by a fairy with wings. She remembered the wild crashing surf, Frolickling over the raging, turbulent sea, Being damp from the morning dew or rain, Seeking camouflage under the beauty of a tree. She could still feel his soft, warm, flesh, As she cupped his face with her tiny hands, She remembered how they had glided for miles, Wing in wing, over a warm blanket of the sand. Her thoughts drifted back once again to him, Her mind's eye seeing his heart warming smile. She decided to sit here and reminisce, The past with her lover,just a little while. She remembered the sweet song in his voice, How he warmed her heart with his laughter too, How she had loved to just sit, and hear him talk, So content to be a part of whatever he'd do. She remembered the gentle soft touch of his skin, A kaleiodoscope of color on his gossamer wings, How her heart melted from a kiss of his soft lips, Oh, she could think of a million things. The way only he could reach out and touch her, Get inside her body, and read her mind and soul, She wept now for him, but even more for herself, She wanted more than anything, for her heart to be whole. Fairytales don't all have an ending that's happy. When you live in the illision of once upon a time, Sometimes the white knight rides off into the sunset, Giving no reason for the ending of the rhyme. ~*~A poet is someone who reads more than they write ~*~ [This message has been edited by Mysteria (edited 03-17-2001).] |
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ethome Member Patricius
since 2000-05-14
Posts 11858New Brunswick Canada |
The knight wasn't just right but the fairytale started out alright....I think it's the knight's loss he left behind a heart that wasn't going to be easy to replace....a warm open loving heart, a heart filled with a poet's ardor for love.....I enjoyed the mood of this very much! 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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Marge Tindal
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
Mysteria~ *Sigh* LOVE IT !  ~*Marge*~ ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ noles1@totcon.com |
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catalinamoon
since 2000-06-03
Posts 9543The Shores of Alone |
M, can I just tell you how beautiful this is, and how it touched me so much. This in particular "Fairytales don't all have an ending that's happy. When you live in the illision of once upon a time, Sometimes the white knight rides off into the sunset, Giving no reason for the ending of the rhyme" That is my story, exactly, how did you know.. Sandra |
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Sunshine
Administrator
Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
As sweet, and wonderful, and mysterious....as you..... |
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Mysteria
since 2001-03-07
Posts 18328British Columbia, Canada |
Ehtome ~*~ So glad you enjoy my stories. Marge ~*~ Oh, but were it only a tale! Catalinamoon ~*~ Me too...but there is a silver lining...being alone is different than being lonely, and sometimes you are more lonely with someone than without? You learn to know the difference and all is well. Sunshine ~*~ Yes, they tell me I am a little mysterious, he he, thanks for always reading my drivel. |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
She remembered the gentle soft touch of his skin, A kaleiodoscope of color on his gossamer wings, How her heart melted from a kiss of his soft lips, Oh, she could think of a million things. The way only he could reach out and touch her, Get inside her body, and read her mind and soul, She wept now for him, but even more for herself, She wanted more than anything, for her heart to be whole. Fairytales don't all have an ending that's happy. When you live in the illision of once upon a time, Sometimes the white knight rides off into the sunset, Giving no reason for the ending of the rhyme. =============== Mysteria this is a lovely bittersweet piece. wonderful imagery and fragile emotions laced together delicately very well done poetess...perfect graphic too  We wish ourselves beautiful, |
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thecraig Member
since 2001-03-11
Posts 223 |
Sometimes theres two horses & they rhyme like lines where ever the canter trot & gallop. Wow when theses horses find each other. The riders learn then, yes they surely do. |
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Mysteria
since 2001-03-07
Posts 18328British Columbia, Canada |
Janet ~ so glad you liked this hidden message, and where but it only a fairtale. theCraig~what magic there is in two horses who can canter together in love's unison...it exists for I have seen it. |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
I have lived similar stories. The "sometimes" seems more like "most" of the time...James |
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Mysteria
since 2001-03-07
Posts 18328British Columbia, Canada |
James: Me too actually...maybe I should edit that line (here's to white knights that are smarter than they look what do you say to that toast?) LOL...thanks for reading. |
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Martha Cowan Member
since 2001-03-08
Posts 240Groves, Texas |
Truly beautiful as always, sweet lady and treasured friend of mine! ~*~ smiles~*~ And, I agree with ethome....that knight will never know the treasure he left behind... until he rides far enough down the road to realize he will never find anyone that ever compares to that beauty, and he is left alone in the wildnerness of his regret. I loved this, Mysteria.....awesome as always! Happy Saturday, and many hugs and smiles sent your way, Martha |
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Bill Charles Member Patricius
since 2000-07-11
Posts 10619highways, & byways, for now |
Mysteria - I love your artwork, but especially the way you write. Very nice indeed. BC |
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Mysteria
since 2001-03-07
Posts 18328British Columbia, Canada |
Bill: Not sure if I love art or poetry the best so I have to combine the two, and I thank you about how I write - wish I knew how I wrote LOL, it changes with the wind, from this to dark, to humor - never know where I wake up! Thanks again. |
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Katherine Chandler Member
since 2001-03-07
Posts 280Florida, USA |
A beautiful fairy tale, my friend. The music was so fitting and the tale much like my own life.  KateBlessings Genuine poetry can communicate before it is understood. |
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