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Angela
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Angela |
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ethome Member Patricius
since 2000-05-14
Posts 11858New Brunswick Canada 
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I see smoke and shingles in the smothered light, because this roof is the darkest path I can use to hide. I pass by gables to a roof higher, the studio's dorm window marked with the history of some past by the green glow of small wood shutters skirting there, a past consciousness gone now. Angela is crying in the room inside where the long curtains dribble in the light breeze, the sad sounds she makes fills my mind with consolation for her and again I'll take her in my stronhold, hug her gently, and then reassure her that her time best spent is when she is loving me. She will go silent then start to sob as her wind comes back to shiver out her sadness. How bizarre it seems as I tap the frame. The strain in her throat pumps out anxious shrieks, and nearly choking on the words she summons me and my heart is helpless like a crushed mourner crying over the solemn grave of a lover's yesterday. The role of poetry is to utter the un-utterable; to open up |
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Kit McCallum
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Member Laureate
since 2000-04-30
Posts 14774Ontario, Canada |
"Angela is crying in the room inside where the long curtains dribble in the light breeze," "reassure her that her time best spent is when she is loving me." Such beautiful and tender sentiments Eric ... a very emotive piece, with lovely phrasing and imagery throughout. Very nicely written!  Best wishes, /Kit |
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nakdthoughts Member Laureate
since 2000-10-29
Posts 19200Between the Lines |
Wow...E...you got to me on this one. Nice to see your words ((hugs)) ~Wynter "The worst prison would be a closed heart". |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
Angela is crying in the room inside where the long curtains dribble in the light breeze, the sad sounds she makes fills my mind with consolation for her and again I'll take her in my stronhold, hug her gently, and then reassure her that her time best spent is when she is loving me. She will go silent then start to sob as her wind comes back to shiver out her sadness. ================================= My goodness E-babes ... this is such a wrenching bittersweet beauty... pure unadulterated emotion wrapped in slightly haunting imagery gave this a melancholy ache that the reader could feel. Made us all want to hold her *s* very cool bluesy write poet Eric... I could hear Robert Cray's guitar coming from the rooftop  This distance has shown how the road remains alone |
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rosepetals25
since 2000-05-31
Posts 3076PA |
Eric, I like this poem.. it touched me, brought back some feelings I remember all to well. Good write. Hugs, Tara Don't marry for money... You can borrow it cheaper! |
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Lady In White
since 2001-02-12
Posts 2799USA |
Very much a vaporous feel to this haunting piece, Ethome....something that clings tenaciously on a dark, cloudy morning.... |
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Startime Member Ascendant
since 2000-10-03
Posts 5918Canada |
I cried and cried through this poem. Your words always go deep, dear Eric. Thank you for sharing so much with me today. Love I leave with you whether it is in your life now or yet the essense of your dreams. |
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Seymour Tabin Member Empyrean
since 1999-07-07
Posts 31720Tamarac Fla |
Ethome, A full palette and a wonderful picture. |
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SmartChick Member Rara Avis
since 2001-09-23
Posts 7081On A Journey To The Unknown |
Very good. Thank you for sharing it. |
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ethome Member Patricius
since 2000-05-14
Posts 11858New Brunswick Canada |
Thanks so very much to all for the kind replys to this piece. Much appreciated! |
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