Open Poetry #22 |
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Sybil Member
since 2002-09-12
Posts 73Midwest |
Arts “The art of being wise Is the art of knowing What to overlook.” The Principles of Psychology Wm James, 1842-1910 The unwise in him Pondered on till dawn What was left and gone unsaid Lest an argument ensue He would ask Over and over again “Why are you so silent, Why are your thoughts so blue?" For she cast disgust Of its various shades For all of the gray She would hide away She looked about Towards the blue And the sun, she wished That it would stay But he badgered And moaned And droned On and on Till the morning he woke And found she was gone. “Bore, n., a person who talks when you wish him to listen.” Ambrose Bierce, 1842-1914 [This message has been edited by Sunshine (09-22-2002 11:56 AM).] |
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Magnus
since 2001-10-10
Posts 14135South Carolina, USA |
Good Morning dear Sybil....have not seen you in days... Yet, upon your arrival, you bring to us much wisdom... Yes, if only one would listen more to the breeze flowing through the limbs of life and hear the whispers... |
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Nightshade
since 2001-08-31
Posts 13962just out of reach |
Very interesting and truthful write. Enjoyed. Chris Life is not measured by breaths you take, but by moments that take your breath away. |
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Enchantress Member Empyrean
since 2001-08-14
Posts 35113Canada eh. |
Sybil~You leave us with so much to ponder today... Wonderful write... ~Hugs~ ~ Time has cast a spell on you |
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RSWells Member Elite
since 2001-06-17
Posts 2533 |
Some poke at even gray cool embers. |
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TexUS Member
since 2003-03-20
Posts 228 |
HA! This was great--and reminds me of someone. I bet many can relate to this piece. |
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