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| Open Poetry #34 |
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Loves’ Window, A Swains’ Swan Song |
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RSWells Member Elite
since 2001-06-17
Posts 2533
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Loves’ window, there so quick, so brief like rainbow colors, autumn leaves, whose unaware grow sick with grief and swear its lock was picked by thieves Too few realize its opening, which never yells or cries or sings, yet to its spell all place hopes in it fells the wise, the dope, the king I knew it well as lusty swain, too easy sell, its trust I’d gain, so facile smell and musk obtained, a shell dehusked, I’d leave it drained What proof has raced from sharper tongue that youth is wasted on the young? What truth from chaste or harpy lung forsooth would face you with hands wrung? I, once cavalier and vain whose hunts have traveled vast terrain, can’t shunt unravelings of pain, or blunt sharp recalls’ debt attained I age alone, what time remains is spent wishing love back again POETS AGAINST THE WAR IS REDUNDANT |
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DavePage Member Elite
since 2003-12-21
Posts 2917 |
War is against people and not specifically poets or is it the other way around. Subtle words in your words. Dave |
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RSWells Member Elite
since 2001-06-17
Posts 2533 |
Thanks Dave for your notice. In hindsight I might not have posted this. It is as busy as paisley in mardis gras colors with language both prosaic and archaic. Think I'll still get my paycheck today? POETS AGAINST THE WAR IS REDUNDANT |
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inkedgoddess Member Rara Avis
since 2002-11-19
Posts 7392Ohio |
Loves’ window, there so quick, so brief like rainbow colors, autumn leaves, whose unaware grow sick with grief and swear its lock was picked by thieves its still there even in moments, in glances, even if its not the kind a l6 year old dreams of; take it when it comes and be blessed it comes at all at our age dear |
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Gentle Spirit Member Patricius
since 2000-10-09
Posts 13989 |
, once cavalier and vain whose hunts have traveled vast terrain, can’t shunt unravelings of pain, or blunt sharp recalls’ debt attained I age alone, what time remains is spent wishing love back again The funny thing about wishing for love and not finding it is, that it usually finds us when we aren't looking. |
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