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Greeneyes  
since 2000-09-09
Posts 9903In Your Poetic Mind 
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The damp spill of silver hues touches almost everything in distance between paths and how the moons fingers trace the outline of November rain Ask what she knows of winter from rivers the way his hands moved over her body when he whispered the words 'yours' from forbidden lips of pages lost, left there in damp waters-- journals; keepers of broken wings feet and earth in dark they have no color yet I continue to read aloud a stangers words-- the blackness of years spinning in wholeness depending on which dreams tap blue --- or build memories lighter then ash upon window ledges Would he see? I wonder if he noticed glass caught in sunlight I never offered coffee always hoping early mornings would hold my arms water colors in deep green somewhere reflecting blue Midnight will find me once again haunting the rain for one touch of your soaked lips a memory of dreams that still ache come closer so that my heart may be still this dance before me The damp spill of silver hues touches almost everything whisper again the words I've tried so hard to tell myself that you're gone though you're still with me I've been alone all along..Now I'm bound by the life you left behind |
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Gentle Spirit Member Patricius
since 2000-10-09
Posts 13989 |
Lady Lauren, when you whisper the world hears and awaits the next ones. You touch places   |
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LeeJ Member Patricius
since 2003-06-19
Posts 13296 |
First off, I love your name...Lauren Becall...one of my favorites read aloud a stangers words-- the blackness of years spinning in wholeness depending on which dreams tap blue --- or build memories lighter then ash upon window ledges comparing photographs with self-exploration waves from halfway down the hall...smiling, sometimes not..hence, disappointing self...yet with dignity... I liked this to Would he see? I wonder if he noticed glass caught in sunlight I never offered coffee always hoping early mornings would hold my arms water colors in deep green somewhere reflecting blue how romantic and an inspiring way to descripe your desire to please him... Incredible write |
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Seymour Tabin Member Empyrean
since 1999-07-07
Posts 31720Tamarac Fla |
Greeneyes The word is elegant. |
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eor Senior Member
since 2002-09-26
Posts 959blues & greys |
really, im soeachless... "Midnight will find me once again haunting the rain for one touch of your soaked lips a memory of dreams that still ache come closer so that my heart may be still this dance before me The damp spill of silver hues touches almost everything whisper again the words" Pimpin and panderin, on a level you can't serve, dismantle, nouns, pronouns, adverbs, and verbs |
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Sunshine
Administrator
Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
Shivers.... wow. |
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Contabo Member
since 2001-11-21
Posts 159 |
you have so much emotion in your writing. it is pleasant to feel it. Contabo |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
The damp spill of silver hues touches almost everything in distance between paths and how the moons fingers trace the outline of November rain Ask what she knows of winter from rivers the way his hands moved over her body when he whispered the words 'yours' from forbidden lips of pages lost, left there in damp waters-- journals; keepers of broken wings feet and earth in dark they have no color yet I continue to read aloud a stangers words-- the blackness of years spinning in wholeness depending on which dreams tap blue --- or build memories lighter then ash upon window ledges ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Midnight will find me once again haunting the rain for one touch of your soaked lips a memory of dreams that still ache come closer so that my heart may be still this dance before me The damp spill of silver hues touches almost everything whisper again the words ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ *shaking me mothy head and sighing* my oh my.... reading you is like healing rain.... and this one just took my breath away then gave it back.... The damp spill of silver hues touches almost everything in distance between paths and how the moons fingers trace the outline of November rain what an amazing verse of imagery and inspire that is... absolutely stunning.................. Ask what she knows of winter from rivers just read her poetry and you'll know.   I would love to live as a river flows, carried by the surprise of its own unfolding. ~Fluent~ John O'Donohue |
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Susan Member Ascendant
since 2004-03-27
Posts 5104walking the surreal |
I find this almost sad, aching in a longing unmet except in memories. Perhaps that is just how I feel this write, and it whispers to my soul which hears in understanding. Susan Happiness 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 |
"The damp spill of silver hues touches almost everything in distance between paths and how the moons fingers trace the outline of November rain" Such beautiful lines, Lauren!  ....jo |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
Silky sensual...James |
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vandana
since 1999-10-22
Posts 10463USA |
loved it  |
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Aimster Member Elite
since 2000-02-19
Posts 4297Charlotte, NC |
Lauren God have I missed your writing! The intensity of this hit me full force...I love reading you, it's like reading this story that I can't put down. "Would he see? I wonder if he noticed glass caught in sunlight I never offered coffee always hoping early mornings would hold my arms water colors in deep green somewhere reflecting blue" This particular phrase just left me in awe, mouth hanging open and all. Beautiful as always! Take care and hugs, Amy "When life gives you sorrow, may you experience the spirit of laughter" |
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VAS Member Rara Avis
since 2000-11-16
Posts 7450Oregon |
gentle strokes of reflection fantastic intertwining of words and spaces, every line as captivating as the title that drew me in Whether on the shoal or on the shore, |
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Marge Tindal
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
GreenEyes~ Never better than this~ You touch~ *Huglets* ~*Marge*~ ~*When the heart grieves over what it has lost, |
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Aenimal Member Rara Avis
since 2002-11-18
Posts 7350the ass-end of space |
as always, breathtaking..missed your words |
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ice Member Elite
since 2003-05-17
Posts 3404Pennsylvania |
Touched deeply by this... enjoyed -------ice ><> |
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IndigoEve Member
since 2003-01-10
Posts 279Etched in the illusion of time |
I hear my own echo. Loved. If I were to touch you, would you bleed a velvet river, running miracles through the sodden ground? --Moi |
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IndigoEve Member
since 2003-01-10
Posts 279Etched in the illusion of time |
Everything keeps double posting! Delete this as well, please *blushes* |
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Startime55 Member Elite
since 2003-04-05
Posts 2148Alberta, Canada |
Amazing writing...These words flow over the heart and leave one speechless.... |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
Happy Birthday girlie!! |
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