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nakdthoughts
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since 2000-10-29

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Between the Lines

0 posted 2001-06-23 06:55 AM

Touch of Warmth

Anchored to thoughts this morning
I am weighted down and divided by
a great walling up, feelings
to  punish me,  releasing more pain.
The storming has stopped, temporarily,
no rainbow has shown, only a dampness
left behind, defining my day.

There are no  "forever friends"
just words that come and go, as easily
as the sun rises and sets.
Truth has reigned upon me,
quiet words, words of no heart, goodbye words
leaving no color behind, only a gray myst.

Dreams are only dreams for some, others
find theirs to come true on this day.
I choke on my words.  Unable to flow,
they are but a whisper on the wind
waiting to be caught, on the other side.

There will always be remnants of you
and some day I will piece them together,
in a tapestry called "Believing".
Sewn with care, I will cherish it,
more than words, and will make use of it
on those cold winter nights,
when I long for a touch of warmth
and you.

~Wynter

"The worst prison would be a closed heart".
...Pope John Paul II

[This message has been edited by nakdthoughts (edited 06-23-2001).]

Sunshine

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since 1999-06-25

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Listening to every heart

1 posted 2001-06-23 08:33 AM

Wynter! Shake this off! Come out and play with me in the sprinklers, and I will show you rainbows!

And good morning!

MARK V SHELDON
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since 2001-06-21

Posts 3015
In a corporeal internship...

2 posted 2001-06-23 08:45 AM

Wynter, this is a remarkably beautiful poem -- very eloquent and touching. You have some vivid and unique imagry here which really paints your emotions on a canvas of heartfelt truth all of us have experienced to some degree. Very nice work.

-MVS

"If you think you know it all, you have a lot to learn."

"Everyone can hear; few can listen."

Sven

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since 1999-11-23

Posts 14937
East Lansing, MI USA

3 posted 2001-06-23 10:22 AM

this I would like to see. . .

well spoken, a unique use of that image. . . I like it Wynter. . .

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

Janet Marie
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since 2000-01-22

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4 posted 2001-06-23 10:45 AM

Dreams are only dreams for some, others
find theirs to come true on this day.
I choke on my words. Unable to flow,
they are but a whisper on the wind
waiting to be caught, on the other side.
===========================

what a beautiful line and thought..
one of the most lovely poetic defines of when our sorrow takes away or words and muse.
oh how well I know...
this longing, bittersweet write is touching Wynter.
well done postess
jm

I'm going crazy, I'm losing sleep.
I'm in too far, I'm in way too deep over you.
You'll always be the one.
You were the first, you'll be the last.

suthern

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since 1999-07-29

Posts 20723
Louisiana

5 posted 2001-06-26 12:39 PM

This is beautiful writing! *S* I was going to argue that there really are "forever friends"... they're just few and far between. *S* But instead of arguing, I'll sit and watch you weave that tapestry of believing... *S* I like this bunches!

Marge Tindal

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since 1999-11-06

Posts 42384
Florida's Foreverly Shores

6 posted 2001-06-26 12:47 PM

MyWynterFriend~

'There will always be remnants of you
and some day I will piece them together,
in a tapestry called "Believing".'

I've not read lovelier thoughts this day.
Got some 'piecing' to do myself~
*Hugs*
~*Marge*~

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

Cpat Hair

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since 2001-06-05

Posts 11793

7 posted 2001-06-26 12:54 PM

I choke on my words. Unable to flow,
they are but a whisper on the wind
waiting to be caught, on the other side

wonderful passage here...

enjoyed the whole piece but today these words struck me ...

vandana

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since 1999-10-22

Posts 10463
USA

8 posted 2001-06-26 02:17 PM

liked it

ethome
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since 2000-05-14

Posts 11858
New Brunswick Canada

9 posted 2001-06-26 03:36 PM

                "Dreams are only dreams for some, others
                 find theirs to come true on this day.
                 I choke on my words.  Unable to flow,
                 they are but a whisper on the wind
                 waiting to be caught, on the other side.

                 There will always be remnants of you
                 and some day I will piece them together,
                 in a tapestry called "Believing".
                 Sewn with care, I will cherish it,
                 more than words, and will make use of it
                 on those cold winter nights,
                 when I long for a touch of warmth
                 and you."

Excellent poetry my dear lady poet friend......this flowing easy philosophy you write always amazes me! There is such warmth in your words even when you're sad....keep up the good work!

The role of poetry is to utter the un-utterable; to open up
spaces of consciousness and resistance; to language oppressions; to
re-language historie

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