Open Poetry #24 |
A Child No More |
Robert Frazier Senior Member
since 2003-02-06
Posts 1014 |
With a child's heart and desperate desire, do we not judge ourselves? Lest I slip into another poetless night; Where lovers, dreamless, drift into squalid light, I would not return to that desolate, cold, unspent passion store of silent echoes Now it seems love has forgotten how And where were you when my heart became all broken down? I would that you had been there with angels to catch me! Alas, I am a child no more. Rf |
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the_loner_23 Member Ascendant
since 2002-06-08
Posts 5479Jacksonville, Florida, USA |
A lot of feeling in this piece. Much enjoyed Cold hands means a warm heart |
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Enchantress Member Empyrean
since 2001-08-14
Posts 35113Canada eh. |
"Now it seems love has forgotten how And where were you when my heart became all broken down? I would that you had been there with angels to catch me! Alas, I am a child no more." ============================================ Hanky alert was required here Robert. Excellent write..sad, yet very nicely penned. ~Smiles & Hugs, Nancy~ ~ Trace my body with your words.. |
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Robert Frazier Senior Member
since 2003-02-06
Posts 1014 |
Dear Enchantress, I'm fresh out of tissue . . . here, allow me to dry those tears with this adolescent remedy: Cats! Purr cat fur cat snuggle-wuggle your cat! Prowling lion hunting mouse silent ruler of the house! By the million by the ton kitty cats for everyone! Kitty trillions cats for free Calico you Tabby me! Purr cat fur cat snuggle-wuggle your cat! Rf (I hope to never grow too old to write/enjoy a kitty-ditty!) |
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Seymour Tabin Member Empyrean
since 1999-07-07
Posts 31720Tamarac Fla |
Robert, Well done, enjoyed the read. |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
UH OH, best watch out for the one around here who calls himself a kitty-kicker. You may be safe for now, since your kitty ditty is not highlighted in the title, and Long Jhn hasn't visited lately. I enjoyed both poems. Growing up is the pits. I never even had a pet blankie to hold onto, but I want one now! |
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Robert Frazier Senior Member
since 2003-02-06
Posts 1014 |
Rara, Thanks for the warning! Any other advance notices will be greatly appreciated. Rf |
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