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ethome
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since 2000-05-14

Posts 11858
New Brunswick Canada

0 posted 2003-05-10 06:06 AM

She appeared suddenly from a lonely river
somewhere out of a faceless stream
She was travelled sage and street wisdom
her eyes lacking mercy's gleam
Over cobblestones of time she sought peace
taking roads to places where direction hides
and where silky satin gowns once full
flowed in reflections of a happy time

She was borrowed time passing
the elusive song of sadness
hidden in a gentle rain
the reason why the blues happen
in the heartaches of yesterday

She landed softly on my naive eyesight
a lost angel searching for my kind regards
She stood tall beside my garden wall
with a soul that reached far beyond her heart
Through the strains of yesteryear she bent my mind
And in her laugh of question she surfed insight waves
while she exposed her thoughts of a space afar
since her visions had turned to mad decay.

She spoke of tender love and children fair
of bedtime stories and Dr Zeus
when she heard her young son's laugh and daughter's sigh
and shared passion with her man and taught the golden rule
She'd been wandering since a fire in 83
looking for answers to the rising of a blue moon
where her dreams were consumed in a cruel storm
and when her heart closed all it's rooms.

She was borrowed time passing
the elusive song of sadness
hidden in a gentle rain
the reason why the blues happen
in the heartaches of yesterday

She left me in a state of worried wonder
an empty place where questions still remain
and I can't help but wish her a tender closing
everytime I hear her voice in a gentle rain.
Somewhere upon a mountain of forgiveness
there's a truth I can't seem to uncover
from the comfort of my easy chair
knowing her heart was lost to crushing pain
I think humbled thoughts much more aware

She was borrowed time passing
the elusive song of sadness
hidden in a gentle rain
the reason why the blues happen
in the heartaches of yesterday

The role of poetry is to utter the un-utterable; to open up
spaces of consciousness and resistance; to language oppressions; to
re-language historie

[This message has been edited by ethome (05-10-2003 06:08 AM).]

Sunshine

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since 1999-06-25

Posts 63354
Listening to every heart

1 posted 2003-05-10 06:46 AM

From the first of this I thought,
these are the lines that stand out...

~*~
She was borrowed time passing
the elusive song of sadness
hidden in a gentle rain
the reason why the blues happen
in the heartaches of yesterday
~*~

Apparently you knew that, because like magic
they appeared again...

We're so pleased when you share with us!

Good morning, Ethome.

Justbleu
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since 1999-08-31

Posts 3329
Oregon, Originally From Alaska :)

2 posted 2003-05-10 08:36 AM

Very sad....yet beautiful!!!!
Bridgette

"Somewhere, somehow, it should be possible to touch someone and never let go again. To hold someone, not for a moment but forever." Unknown

vandana

Member Patricius

since 1999-10-22

Posts 10463
USA

3 posted 2003-05-10 09:19 AM

i liked the title of t his poem

enjoyed

Seymour Tabin
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since 1999-07-07

Posts 31720
Tamarac Fla

4 posted 2003-05-10 09:32 AM

ethome
You wander far this morning, but I enjoyed the journey.

Enchantress
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since 2001-08-14

Posts 35113
Canada eh.

5 posted 2003-05-10 09:39 AM

Morning Eric...this is wonderful!
I chose the same lines as Sunshine.
Beautiful piece of work this.
~Smiles & Hugs, Nancy~

~Somewhere in my heart I'm always
dancing with you in the summer rain~

regards2you
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since 2002-10-01

Posts 3940
California

6 posted 2003-05-10 10:09 AM

Simply stunning and she seems familiar, have we all known at least one such as she?

Enjoyed this.

Hugs, Pat

Martie

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since 1999-09-21

Posts 28049
California

7 posted 2003-05-10 10:18 AM

Eric...

Love the portait of this woman....you painted her inside and out with a compassionate eye. Most enjoyable to read because the rhythm felt so right, again you write a song.

Janet Marie
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since 2000-01-22

Posts 18554

8 posted 2003-05-10 10:23 AM

She was borrowed time passing
the elusive song of sadness
hidden in a gentle rain
the reason why the blues happen
in the heartaches of yesterday

She landed softly on my naive eyesight
a lost angel searching for my kind regards
She stood tall beside my garden wall
with a soul that reached far beyond her heart
Through the strains of yesteryear she bent my mind
And in her laugh of question she surfed insight waves
while she exposed her thoughts of a space afar
since her visions had turned to mad decay.

=====================================

I am loving that chorus...
this is a bittersweet bluesy beauty Eric...
so good to read your rhymes again.

You're the best I've ever felt ...
it's so wrong not to be with you.
It's getting harder to stay away,
it stops my heart just to be with you.

SH

JamesMichael
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since 1999-11-16

Posts 33336
Kapolei, Hawaii, USA

9 posted 2003-05-10 06:33 PM

Lots of heartache and feelings within this one...james

Startime55
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since 2003-04-05

Posts 2148
Alberta, Canada

10 posted 2003-05-10 07:05 PM

I read with a tear from my eyes and on my heart for your words reach the soul of your reader bringing forth the softest of feelings...Sadness flows into wonder at the beauty you give this song...

NewEnglandlazurlu
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since 2002-01-04

Posts 7470
A Mountain Paradise

11 posted 2003-05-10 07:48 PM

I always look forward to your words. I certainly was not disappointed with this. It was terrific.

Hugs, Marti

Few are those who see with their own eyes and feel with their own hearts. A.Einstein

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