Open Poetry #35 |
Red Paint |
1slick_lady Member Ascendant
since 2000-12-22
Posts 6088standing on a shadow's lace |
Red Paint in regret there is so much I wish I had said look to the sunset they are there painted in red... tenderly I will hold you through the darkest night and if you fall it is my hand that will hold you tight I can not promise perfection for it would be a breach but if you get lost, empty, or lonely I am within reach with my very breath, my words, my every deed your touch and your heart will be my only need |
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Sunshine
Administrator
Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
Two poems in one... Brava! |
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Nightshade
since 2001-08-31
Posts 13962just out of reach |
Nicely done Helen. hugs, Chris You said you'd give me light- |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
how precious beautifully sad |
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VAS Member Rara Avis
since 2000-11-16
Posts 7450Oregon |
Lovely, especially line 4 of the 2nd stanza Whether on the shoal or on the shore, |
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Opoetry4me Member
since 2002-10-11
Posts 126Dixon, Ky USA |
Sad Piece, but lovely write. Dara Beth |
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Huan Yi Member Ascendant
since 2004-10-12
Posts 6688Waukegan |
“with my very breath, my words, my every deed your touch and your heart will be my only need” That is a great deal to offer and too much to ask for. |
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littlewing Member Rara Avis
since 2003-03-02
Posts 9655New York |
Helen: I can not promise perfection for it would be a breach but if you get lost, empty, or lonely I am within reach this is all, really, what is needed. |
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lgina Member
since 2004-07-20
Posts 52 |
Red is such a powerful color to have used for this image. I feel sad, but a great write. Keep up the good words. Bloom, Gina |
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Interloper
since 2000-11-06
Posts 8369Deep in the heart |
Red sky at night, sailor's delight! Fool, said my Muse to me, look in thy heart and write. |
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Ringo
since 2003-02-20
Posts 3684Saluting with misty eyes |
This sounds like you are the one who lost, however I think with writing like this it is the recipient who truly lost out. Another masterpiece. In the wooden chair |
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