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Four A.M. on a Workday
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Four A.M. on a Workday |
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RSWells Member Elite
since 2001-06-17
Posts 2533
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You've drawn a curtain on the view of the Love I have for you, the longing gaze from honest, hungry hazel eyes, Your dagger's silence an et tu abrupt as Brutus your adieu was I a phase in a cloudy moonless sky? Now with such ease you turn the spade on the passion that we made, hot whispered throes adrift to question infinite how my heart was so betrayed was your's a cold and steely blade an icy floe just passing blue lips through the night? And while I hate the game of blame I refuse to wear the shame my truthful words may well of been cast in stone, could you so quickly douse the flame? For a week I've called your name which you've not heard in hell I've been, alas, alone OK, I get it you prefer to believe we never were, that's your madness just erase warm caring hands, and the way I made you purr I'll not in poems disinter for me it's sadness that to silence I am banned. What kind of world is this? You enjoyed my touch, our kiss my attention and the height our passion gained, you so callously dismiss a caring man to the abyss our ascension was it real or was it feigned? Note the hour that I write, I can't even sleep at night please, some answer from this torment give me peace, was it fright? pray, what's the plight? that my Love is unrequite tiny dancer from this storm give me release. "Happy people have no history" - French Proverb |
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Martie
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
Richard You write a broken heart, with a touch of anger and why. There will be kinder nights ahead for you, I hope. You write so well. |
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Seymour Tabin Member Empyrean
since 1999-07-07
Posts 31720Tamarac Fla |
RSWells Wonderful write, enjoyed the read. |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
Saturdays should never be work days... but for you, they can be purge days... I don't like to miss your writing but I do enjoy seeing your lighter sides, and wish them to come back, soon... |
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nakdthoughts Member Laureate
since 2000-10-29
Posts 19200Between the Lines |
was I a phase I ask myself that all the time... You expressed these heartfelt feelings well *s M |
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RSWells Member Elite
since 2001-06-17
Posts 2533 |
Thank you for your comments. Even as a lad all one had to do to read my emotions was look at my face. No poker player I, now I have a voice and I emote quite publically. I will get beyond this which is so frustrating in it's inexplicable finality. This may be the end of my witnessed weeping. I hope. |
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rwood Member Elite
since 2000-02-29
Posts 3793Tennessee |
Words just linger hopeless..when all the thoughts process at that hour..when tired is more than broken hearted. A heart must be made of the most durable fiber there is..You ain't lost your mojo though..Hug you poet. Sincerely, Reg |
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Neeraja Senior Member
since 2002-06-22
Posts 812The Netherlands |
Sad and emotional story... written in beautiful lines... Neeraja |
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VAS Member Rara Avis
since 2000-11-16
Posts 7450Oregon |
As, I could easily echo everyone's response, but nakdthoughts mentioned the part that really caught me as well. Been through this, but didn't deal with it in quite so healthy a way as writing out my feelings so I could see/admit/accept and deal with them. Hang in there, Richard! Whether on the shoal or on the shore, |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
You've drawn a curtain on the view of the Love I have for you, the longing gaze from honest, hungry hazel eyes, Your dagger's silence an et tu abrupt as Brutus your adieu was I a phase in a cloudy moonless sky? Now with such ease you turn the spade on the passion that we made, hot whispered throes adrift to question infinite how my heart was so betrayed was your's a cold and steely blade an icy floe just passing blue lips through the night? ================================ write this way for as long as the words need purging...its your pain...its your right... and its always exceptional poetry. Im just sorry we ever have to be so well inspired. |
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Samantha G Kennedy Member
since 2002-07-27
Posts 131Kent England |
Now with such ease you turn the spade on the passion that we made, hot whispered throes adrift to question infinite how my heart was so betrayed was your's a cold and steely blade an icy floe just passing blue lips through the night? a wonderful piece!!! I tend to step away from a poem when reading, so not to attach it to the writer, or myself ...this way i can digest and respond on a clearer note, but with your poem here it is difficult not to feel the words behind the writer...i guess your soul over took my thinking I applaud you on this, you write with vision and experience, totally enjoying reading you sir Sammie ^i^ |
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Tracey Member Elite
since 2001-08-29
Posts 2808where insanity meets breeding |
It seems the end of love leaves us with far more questions than answers. And sometimes we can question and question…and never find the answers. You’ve written this feeling well…questions that I’m sure many of us have asked in our lives. I’m sure many can relate to the wondering. You can never win or lose |
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Mistletoe Angel 
since 2000-12-17
Posts 32816Portland, Oregon |
  (big hugggssssss) Oh Richard, my heart goes out to you here, sweet friend, I understand how you feel and it can indeed raise so many baffling questions and I hope your love can again reach out to you and offer certainty! (sigh) This is excellent, sweet friend, we all love you so much! You have such a beautiful heart, sweet Richard, thank you for sharing!  May love and light always shine upon you! Love, Noah Eaton "Underneath your clothes there's an endless story..." |
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