Open Poetry #31 |
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nakdthoughts Member Laureate
since 2000-10-29
Posts 19200Between the Lines |
Countdown It's painful, the delay in my being with you, haunted by memories when the what ifs come true. Can't dance to the rhythms, legs are too weak. Only words from these fingers have strength in print speak. Each dawn I awake from the night's prayers before. But the pain has not ceased, and the wearing is more. This feeling continues as the March winds still blow, in silence of suffering of wanting to let go To feel peace To feel warmth To feel pride To feel love. It's a countdown to change from the all of above. M "Love is not blind - It sees more and not less, but because it sees more, it is willing to see less." |
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DavePage Member Elite
since 2003-12-21
Posts 2917 |
An Irish comedian said "Go with your God, whoever or whatever you consider them to be" That seem to link to your words Dave |
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sea_of_okc Senior Member
since 1999-06-15
Posts 568Oklahoma City, OK, USA |
I like the lines: "Can't dance to the rhythms, legs are too weak. Only words from these fingers have strength in print speak." Perhaps you need a new song m'dear... Your words definitely have strength Your emotions are clearly showing... as usual |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
yep...you and I definitely need to get together and paint the town a rainbow |
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Ericc Member Elite
since 2003-01-31
Posts 4178 |
Beautifuly descriptive. Eric |
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Pilgrimage Member Elite
since 2001-12-04
Posts 3945Texas, USA |
M- this line, 'Can't dance to the rhythms, ' I wish I'd written that! Nan (Pilgrim variety) |
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jwesley Member Rara Avis
since 2000-04-30
Posts 7563Spring, Texas |
As usual, touched the heart . . . again... jwesley |
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Kahlil Senior Member
since 2003-04-12
Posts 1881 |
Absolutely! Well said. One step at a time! ~K~ |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
Only words from these fingers have strength in print speak. ============================== thats one of those verses that makes me say iwihwt. a bittersweet beauty poetess Maureen. Home is a feeling I buried in you ... |
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