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Kethry Member Rara Avis
since 2000-07-29
Posts 9082Victoria Australia 
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Half remembered near forgotten Thus the spirit clock moves on Shrouding pain in coloured cotton Covering dreams with softest song Misted warning in the darkness Held by dreams in half forgot Alleviate the barren starkness To move us on in solemn trot With the warring of remember Precious thoughts are sometimes hid By the cooling of December The road of life shrouds what we did Yet each day the thoughts persisting Scramble through our dreaming brain All The knowledge we're resisting Can only serve the path of pain Half remembered near forgotten Sombre thoughts persist to show Our regret is misbegotten If we don't know, what we don't know Please don't struggle with the mem'ry It's better left to die and rot It will rasp like corded emery The future's here, the past is not So use it up, the coloured cotton Shroud it round those memories tight For the past should be forgotten And we should not dwell in the night. Here in the midst of my lonely abyss, a single joy I find...your presence in my mind. Unknown [This message has been edited by Kethry (08-18-2002 06:12 AM).] |
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Mistletoe Angel 
since 2000-12-17
Posts 32816Portland, Oregon |
  (big hugggssssss) Oh Kethry, such wonderful wisdom fills your words sweet friend, though tears still fill me from when I was a little boy I too decide to look on always for I know somehow I will feel like that happy boy I always wanted to be! (kiss on cheek) This is wonderful, sweet friend, we all love you so much! You have such a beautiful heart, sweet Martie, 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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Auguste
since 2000-02-16
Posts 3953By the sea |
Kethry, very wise words here and expressed with wonderful imagery, as always. |
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Marsha
since 2000-07-10
Posts 7423Maidstone Kent England |
Keth beloved heart when you write like this I swear the pages actually sigh with each breathe I take. I can feel the poem, feel each breath of this, the fighting of a memory that needs to wrapped and kept away less it hurt the soul. Somewhere in time there waits a sigh Waiting softly for its last goodbye The heart that sits and watches silently Wishes for a vision with some clarity But while heart’s memory lingers on There’s no chance of hearing love’s sweet song The memory keeps you locked inside And your heart seeks a place to hide Open your soul let the memory fade And you’ll walk in sunshine not in shade I love this utterly utterly utterly as always YOUR writing is simply perfect   Love and warm stuff As always Mushy  Breathe through the heat of our desire Thy coolness and they balm Let sense be dumb let flesh retire Speak through the earthquake wind and fire [This message has been edited by Marsha (08-17-2002 10:33 PM).] |
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Magnus
since 2001-10-10
Posts 14135South Carolina, USA |
Keth....the moral you give us is so true... And in your poetic way...it is such a gift.. Thanx... |
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chitsank Member
since 2002-08-13
Posts 88 |
A very good poem. Enjoyed reading. Thanx for posting. |
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Bill Charles Member Patricius
since 2000-07-11
Posts 10619highways, & byways, for now |
Kethry - your words are so true... For the past should be forgotten And we should not dwell in night. BC |
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Madame Chipmunk Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-05
Posts 8296Michigan |
Let by-gones be by-gones, keth... Written with style and grace...  ~ chipmunk hugsLyra |
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VAS Member Rara Avis
since 2000-11-16
Posts 7450Oregon |
yes, yes, just remember that which uplifts and improves love the title Whether on the shoal or on the shore, |
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Tiersdin Member Elite
since 2000-11-17
Posts 2364east coast |
I really love this... ~Tier "I shall never bond again, as I have bonded with you..." |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
Half remembered near forgotten Thus the spirit clock moves on Shrouding pain in coloured cotton Covering dreams with softest song =========================== With the warring of remember Precious thoughts are sometimes hid By the cooling of December The road of life shrouds what we did Yet each day the thoughts persisting Scramble through our dreaming brain All The knowledge we're resisting Can only serve the path of pain Half remembered near forgotten Sombre thoughts persist to show Our regret is misbegotten If we don't know, what we don't know ==================================== You wrap your wisdom in perfect cadence and clever poetic phrasing and analogy...and it leaves the reader with much to ponder and a lasting impression. Love the vocab in this too poetess Kethry-girl If all the tear drops went to heaven |
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