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The Last Chime
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The Last Chime |
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Magnus
since 2001-10-10
Posts 14135South Carolina, USA 
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Wooden feet stand beneath your sway as each tick of my life goes up the chimney’s stack, tugged by the drafting winds. Each beat, a symphony of essence passing upon the fast lane of a gambler’s eve. When the die are cast and my lips taste the bitter fruit of my demise into ash. And, till the candle’s wick flutters, I shall breath each ragged breath of life, smelling the dried rose upon the withered vine. Spiraling upwards into the infinite calm of a clock’s tick prior to the chime, signaling that all is now but a whisper of what was and shall never again be more than just a memory. |
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Earth Angel Member Empyrean
since 2002-08-27
Posts 40215Realms of Light |
"And, till the candle’s wick flutters, I shall breath each ragged breath of life, smelling the dried rose upon the withered vine."  ~ Gosh yer goooood! No, yer greeeaaaat!   EA |
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Martie
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
Barry dear...  |
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Susan Member Ascendant
since 2004-03-27
Posts 5104walking the surreal |
Wow! Okay, wow again. Great metaphor.  SusanHappiness isn't something that happens to you, it's created from within you. Joy is a state of mind. |
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iliana Member Patricius
since 2003-12-05
Posts 13434USA |
What a setting, there at the desk near the fireplace on a windy, stormy night, writing, writing, pouring out the rain of your heart as the candle flickers with each draft of wind........beautiful poem, BJ. .....jo[This message has been edited by iliana (08-06-2004 01:46 AM).] |
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miscellanea Member Elite
since 2004-06-24
Posts 4060OH |
Wooden feet stand beneath your sway as each tick of my life goes up the chimney’s stack, tugged by the drafting winds. After reading the first verse, I was anchored here. Wonderful writing, Magnus. miscellanea |
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A Romantic Heart Member Ascendant
since 1999-09-03
Posts 5496Forever In Your Heart |
 I think about time in this way also..you have reached inside my head and have seen my thoughts...well done!~ARH  "The best and most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or even touched.They must be felt with the heart."~Helen Keller (1880-1968) |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
gaw  |
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Startime55 Member Elite
since 2003-04-05
Posts 2148Alberta, Canada |
WOW!!! This one took my breath away...the words flow into the heart and soul.... |
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inkedgoddess Member Rara Avis
since 2002-11-19
Posts 7392Ohio |
beautiful and fragile as the breath on the candle |
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Krawdad Member Elite
since 2001-01-03
Posts 2597 |
particularly like this: . . ."into the infinite calm of a clock’s tick prior to the chime . . ." |
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