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rwood Member Elite
since 2000-02-29
Posts 3793Tennessee 
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Fresh ice, cold and quiet slumber Smooth the blade cuts through Grating the surface with the grace Of ballet on a wire Take a bow in the midst Of your signature Standing on the edge Of an ovation Empty sheets of music Notes billowing from the heart Falling like black snow Dotting just right in madness A pure symphony of paper and pen Where no man has ever listened But dares to intrude on the bliss Of the aftermath, and call you Maestro in your perfect composure Clapping into thunderous applause Clean canvas screaming The brush poised as to stab it Putting it out of its misery Pushing its lifeforce around Until it is silent, mute And speaks through the veiwer The medium of its heart Who is speechless in Awe Or drawn into the portrait forever Plain paper, unwritten The calling card For Words that flit Like brief Ticks of the tock Clockwise the message Hanging on the edge of The hour hand Beaten by the second To Lean and swirl into stops And starts of ink springs Eternally Etched forth in attempt To scribe the inward breath That bloats the heart And clouds the mind And the space inbetween Spelled out for all to see A release... for a moment |
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Marge Tindal 
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
RWood~ 'Clean canvas screaming The brush poised as to stab it Putting it out of its misery Pushing its lifeforce around Until it is silent, mute And speaks through the veiwer The medium of its heart Who is speechless in Awe Or drawn into the portrait forever' Oh ... I so love this~ Puncuated with passion~ *Hugs* ~*Marge*~ ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ |
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Cpat Hair
since 2001-06-05
Posts 11793 |
A pure symphony of paper and pen Where no man has ever listened But dares to intrude on the bliss Of the aftermath, and call you Maestro in your perfect composure Clapping into thunderous applause Such deep places and feelings can not be heard by anyone but the one living it...they may be appreciated and applauded as some small measure of them is shown....yet...to live inside them...to truly know the soul of it...is a rare thing...rare indeed.. I am rambling.... but rambles have a place in my thoughts...your poems always make me think..always make me look for just those places in myself..and wonder about them in you... |
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Cpat Hair
since 2001-06-05
Posts 11793 |
oops... [This message has been edited by Cpat Hair (edited 09-27-2001).] |
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Rick Member Elite
since 2001-06-21
Posts 2903Victoria, Australia |
Dear Regina, you think so deeply and keep us all wondering where your talents will end, this is a wonderful piece of writing which I enjoyed and pondered on. Sincerely Rick |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
This likes me... |
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rwood Member Elite
since 2000-02-29
Posts 3793Tennessee |
Marge: Yes...A true artist is haunted with emotion they must release. Sometimes they get it right. Thank you for reading! Cpat: Exactly! Where no one goes but the person themself. The unmarked territory of the inward private drawing board. I'm so glad to know a shred of you in your poetry. A wonderful shred. Rick: My goodness! You are so uplifting to a soul that keeps trying and feeling not quite there. Hugs to you! Thank you. Sunshine: I'm honored you think so! It's wise that it does.  Sincerely, Regina |
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