Open Poetry #28 |
drifting reminisce |
lucky Senior Member
since 2000-01-17
Posts 1601Idaho |
drifting reminisce sporadic drifts of reminisce flutter down like autumn leaves fragile whispers split from limbs ‘ol drifting memories ripped from out a picture no one would believe a chaotic mixed up yesterday when there wasn’t time to see Speaking of ghosts, wouldn't you know here comes mine again... ~Rosemary J. Gwaltney~ [This message has been edited by lucky (08-04-2003 01:50 AM).] |
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Kahlil Senior Member
since 2003-04-12
Posts 1881 |
I think I've been there. It makes my head hurt. You worded it well. ~K~ |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
excellent! |
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lucky Senior Member
since 2000-01-17
Posts 1601Idaho |
I thought this mighthave gotten a better response... maybe it needs some work., but thank you just the same. dale |
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Martie
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
lucky...it is that way, remembering. A time when you can really look at something, move it slowly before your eyes, because when it happened, it happened so fast. Very insightful! |
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Local Rebel Member Ascendant
since 1999-12-21
Posts 5767Southern Abstentia |
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Ratleader
since 2003-01-23
Posts 7026Visiting Earth on a Guest Pass |
These shapes of yours drive my dyslexia into the purple zone, but they're worth it! ~~(¸¸¸¸ºº> ~~(¸¸¸¸ºº> ~~(¸¸ ¸¸ºº> ~~~(¸¸ER¸¸ºº> |
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lucky Senior Member
since 2000-01-17
Posts 1601Idaho |
thanks Ed, I developed it some years back now. My mother in law couldn't handle the prose format and wasn't reading my/our poetry so I put it into a shape. Now she thinks it heavenly... "the things we do for mother" she was also my english teacher in Jr. High. What a life it has been. thanks forbearing, dale |
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Rosemary J. Gwaltney Senior Member
since 1999-08-26
Posts 997northern mountains, Idaho |
Such enormous caverns of memories open in me when I read this. Your words touch me deeply. Well written! . The spiritual wind that holds survivors aloft, plants the seeds from which bloom new hope ... R.J.G. |
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