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How Do Weeks Pass to Seconds
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How Do Weeks Pass to Seconds |
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Wilfred Yeats Member Elite
since 2000-08-04
Posts 2704Wilmington, Delaware 
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How do weeks pass to seconds Or were they months How do distances of flying hours Become instant transport Of inestimable value How can one's estimate Of one's destiny Be changed so completely They cannot imagine Any other conclusion It began with your words Stark letters on blue pages Innocent enough But so sensitive Like ivy vines they clung Reached out, hung on Like Four-O'Clocks they blossomed Until nothing would suffice Until I could hear your voice I do believe I'm branded now Branded with those first words I heard when we finally spoke And from that Like heroin or morphine I’m now way beyond release All in your soft voice So now, what do I do Can you imagine my withdrawl When a day goes by In silence You can, you have Spoken - about most anything At all - You could sit at the phone Read the ancestry's from the bible So and so begat so and so I'd be mesmerized Yet what endears most- is the intimacy Knowing I'm "in" on your innermost secrets The decisions you haven't made yet I'm bursting with pride To be inside with you As you ponder new directions I do not think even sex Brings two this close Were this not enough You listen to me You know my deep concerns You care Do I = did I Want a lover I wasn't thinking lover Back at the beginning Have I, can I tell the difference I suppose distance answers that question But I tell you true As Edna St. Vincent Millay said in Sonnet XXX "It well may be that in a difficult hour Pinned down by pain and moaning for release Or nagged by want past resolution's power I might be driven to sell your love for peace Or trade the memory of this night for food It well may be, I do not think I would" How do weeks pass to seconds Or were they months How do distances of flying hours Become instant transport Of inestimable value How can one's estimate Of one's destiny Be changed so completely I cannot imagine any other conclusion The first duty of love is to listen. |
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nakdthoughts Member Laureate
since 2000-10-29
Posts 19200Between the Lines |
very beautiful Bill. I think one of your best ~Softsmiles * hope you are well M "The worst prison would be a closed heart". |
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Corinne Member Ascendant
since 1999-10-28
Posts 5167state of confusion |
How intimate these words, how lucky the lady. Corinne |
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Martie
Moderator
Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
Bill--Beautifully written and honest words from your heart. |
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Joyce Johnson
since 2001-03-10
Posts 9912Washington State |
As always beautiful and sincere. Joyce |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
It began with your words Stark letters on blue pages Innocent enough But so sensitive Like ivy vines they clung Reached out, hung on Like Four-O'Clocks they blossomed Until nothing would suffice Until I could hear your voice I do believe I'm branded now Branded with those first words I heard when we finally spoke And from that Like heroin or morphine I’m now way beyond release ============================ I have always said.... If we could bottle the power of poetry... we could harness the intensity of the sun. Beautiful poetic declaration Bill... your sincerety is its centerpiece  well done poet sir... join me in Rehab *L* I miss you so much I cant stand it |
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suthern
since 1999-07-29
Posts 20723Louisiana |
This is so beautiful... and makes me ache with remembers... well done! |
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latin passion Senior Member
since 2001-04-26
Posts 576 |
I'm sure she is most humbled and honored by your beautiful gesture. It seems she has a special friendship and kinship with you. I'm just glad that I too can call you my friend. I'll come back again here soon... Latin Passion. ()() coming your way. He is my pen, I am but the paper he |
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Sunshine
Administrator
Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
I must ask...is it to your muse you speak, or did she again assist you...for this is so softly wonderful, it boggles the mind... well done, Mr. Yeats... |
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Paula Finn Member Ascendant
since 2000-06-17
Posts 5546missouri |
You know, dont you? How very lucky she is |
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PoeticKnight Senior Member
since 2000-01-20
Posts 1144New Orleans, LA |
I'd have to agree and echo Sunshine's sentiments here. Beautiful. |
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Wilfred Yeats Member Elite
since 2000-08-04
Posts 2704Wilmington, Delaware |
Thank you all - to answer Sunshine's question I must say - this post is/was by way of shouting my happiness from the highest mountaintop - but it is Wilfred's way - quietly letting all of Passions know the extent of the rapport, joy and so much more - I've found in my muse |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
Your writing is reminding me of Stendhal...an expression of cherished words and ideas...James |
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Irish Rose Member Patricius
since 2000-04-06
Posts 10263 |
a fine poem, enjoyed this so much. Kathleen Blake |
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Wilfred Yeats Member Elite
since 2000-08-04
Posts 2704Wilmington, Delaware |
Golly moo = Stendhal ? Really? - I'm truly humbled - thank you very much ~G~ |
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forevernbluejeans Member
since 2001-04-05
Posts 76 |
The depth of your love is evident...she truly is a lucky lady |
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Elizabeth Santos Member Rara Avis
since 1999-11-08
Posts 9269Pennsylvania |
Your writing is superb, your heart completely open to expression, and you have so much to say, and that comes from loving having loved. What a beautiful, passionate and joyful poem you have given us to enjoy Liz |
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