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In the Company of Thought (Rewritten in Verse)
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In the Company of Thought (Rewritten in Verse) |
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Elizabeth Santos Member Rara Avis
since 1999-11-08
Posts 9269Pennsylvania 
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In the Company of Thought Words yet unborn await to touch the tip of feather quill A pen that dare not sketch the silhouette of my malaise With voiceless ink too thin to scroll my sorrow with its fill Too heavy is my grief to be the burden of a phrase Nor do I have the sweet finesse, the words of powdered lace To sprinkle wings of moth with butterfly’s translucent hues And flutter sorrow in the breeze with wind against its face A wing of beauty masking pain in irridescent blues I’d rather that my quill glide on the tip of eagle wings that trace the circles gracefully in clouds of my despair And rain the inky words around imaginary rings Too burdensome my grief to be suspended in the air The silent ink is stirring in the bossom of its wells And reaches to my core to find a phrase not yet concieved My weary hand too weak to lift a feather as it swells To lay upon a virgin page the loss that I have grieved My pen dare not attempt to sketch this web in which I'm caught And so I sit in silence in the company of thought Elizabeth Santos |
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Interloper
since 2000-11-06
Posts 8369Deep in the heart |
Stunning! Your "silence" screams your wonderful talent to us. Thank you. |
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Elizabeth Santos Member Rara Avis
since 1999-11-08
Posts 9269Pennsylvania |
Thank you, Interloper for your enthusiastic remark Thanks for reading Liz |
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