Open Poetry #19 |
The Dross of Pathos |
Seymour Tabin Member Empyrean
since 1999-07-07
Posts 31720Tamarac Fla |
Repost: The Dross of Pathos The grate of pathos makes for dross. From gray of loss, to beds of moss. Only time, can finish the plan. Fertile the moss, sweeten the man. Spring has gone and December cold. The fire old and does not hold. Its embers stir. They sigh for care. While slurs of ashes die of wear. Small embers search in hope and cling, New whorls of winds, another spring. Another flight of fragiles dove, A sometimes late and winter love. I asks no kind or homage lift, No dying kiss set me adrift. It would a final gusty cry, Aye, one more, one more lusty try. Although the fire fails of wear, The mind, the mind, still echoes dare. |
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Nan
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-05-20
Posts 21191Cape Cod Massachusetts USA |
Our minds are our greatest asset, dear Sy... and yours just keeps on blessing us with your wondrous words... |
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Marsha
since 2000-07-10
Posts 7423Maidstone Kent England |
Seymour darling boy this is utterly utterly outstandingly good. I love this write from you utterly excellent. This is seriously excellent writing, the flow of this is perfect, the internal pace and the construction cannot be bettered Love and warm stuff As always Mushy To give light to them that sit in darkness..... to guide our feet into the way of peace Luke 2:79 |
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Mistletoe Angel
since 2000-12-17
Posts 32816Portland, Oregon |
BRAVO!!! Ooohhhhh...this is soooooo gorgeous, sweet friend, your words always shine with remarkable voice and emotion, this one speaks to us all so strongly! (big hugggssssss) We all love you so much, sweet friend, this is outstanding! You have such a beautiful heart, sweet Seymour, thank you for sharing! May love and light always shine upon you! Love, Noah Eaton |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
Small embers search in hope and cling, New whorls of winds, another spring. Another flight of fragiles dove, A sometimes late and winter love. I asks no kind or homage lift, No dying kiss set me adrift. It would a final gusty cry, Aye, one more, one more lusty try. Although the fire fails of wear, The mind, the mind, still echoes dare. ======================================== Well Randy is asking for kisses, you know his fire never fails LOL I do so love the mossing and musing of your mind very cool poem me Stinky-love ... the vocab and phrasing is as impressive as the rhymes. You and Randy both get kisses ... and *winkiewinkies* *L* |
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Interloper
since 2000-11-06
Posts 8369Deep in the heart |
Its obvious there's still a fire in the boiler I loved it, Sy. Thanks for the repost. Fool, said my Muse to me, look in thy heart and write. |
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suthern
since 1999-07-29
Posts 20723Louisiana |
Only time, can finish the plan. Fertile the moss, sweeten the man. This is beautiful, Seymour... and one more example that time sweetens some men to perfection. *S* |
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Martie
Moderator
Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
Sy Just like fine wine the you with time |
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Silver Streak Member Elite
since 2002-01-02
Posts 3625FL, USA |
Seymour, I love this! I asks no kind or homage lift, No dying kiss set me adrift. It would a final gusty cry, Aye, one more, one more lusty try. And another, and another, and ... go for it! ((Seyour)) -newell Sharing God's Love through perfectlovepoetry.com |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
YEAH... I'm all for those Lusty tries too ROFL Ahem-(its all randys fault)see how he gets to me *L* *winkie* |
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Seymour Tabin Member Empyrean
since 1999-07-07
Posts 31720Tamarac Fla |
Nan, Thank you sweet. Mushy, Thank you Noah, Thank you. Jm, Who could ask for anything more. WW R S Interloper, And thank you for the response. Suthern, Martie, Thank you Newell. JM, Randy's waggin his tail again. |
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