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wayoutwalt
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since 1999-06-22

Posts 4870
TEXAS (it's all big)

0 posted 2001-11-01 08:46 PM

Her robes of sheer white
Not hiding the truth
The secrets revealed in those hands
Telling the tale of a vanishing youth
In which only illusion can withstand
Weaving her hands through autumns cool air
Capturing hearts not willing to share

The mime of mistrust
Of things in his sight
Sees the door of insanity’s watch
As her hands make life doves take flight
With a curse he draws in his scotch
Her charm enthralls them just as she demands
Will no one examine those withering hands?

This enchanted place
Is only her stage
I see in her eyes she understands
Though her body appears not to age
The finale has taken her hands
How can she weave a spell in my heart
I think upon this from the time that we part

[This message has been edited by wayoutwalt (edited 11-02-2001).]

DawnG

Senior Member

since 2000-06-23

Posts 1494
United States

1 posted 2001-11-02 01:06 AM

Walt,

I'm not sure if I am reading this piece correctly or not, but I am actually reading three seperate pieces intertwined among the one. All three are absolutely beautiful pieces. Thank you for sharing.

Dawn

Glenn Logan
Member

since 2001-10-10

Posts 111
Virginia

2 posted 2001-11-02 12:35 PM

A very nicely evocative poem; well-done!

Best wishes,

Glenn Logan

Nan

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since 1999-05-20

Posts 21191
Cape Cod Massachusetts USA

3 posted 2001-11-03 05:24 PM

"This enchanted place"... is but a stage - and quite an exquisite one indeed - Very nicely done, my wayoutfriend...

JamesMichael
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since 1999-11-16

Posts 33336
Kapolei, Hawaii, USA

4 posted 2001-11-03 05:27 PM

Moody intrigue...James

Startime
Member Ascendant

since 2000-10-03

Posts 5918
Canada

5 posted 2001-11-03 05:40 PM

He watches her knowing her better maybe than she knows herself. A poem of understanding that feels incredibly tender to me. Very well done.

Love I leave with you whether it is in your life now or yet the essense of your dreams.

wayoutwalt
Member Elite

since 1999-06-22

Posts 4870
TEXAS (it's all big)

6 posted 2001-11-03 06:56 PM

thank you all I have posted this one two times before this and that is five more replies than I ever got on the others yuh.

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