Open Poetry #35 |
Sounds Of Refrain |
1slick_lady Member Ascendant
since 2000-12-22
Posts 6088standing on a shadow's lace |
Sounds Of Refrain I wait on the edge of impatient steps the up and down of an un-played contrasting symphony tone keyed in this black and white imprisoned in a prism of unknown color break this silence rescue me with the shades of your song just some words cut out |
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suthern
since 1999-07-29
Posts 20723Louisiana |
I like this very much, lady... beautiful ending! |
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BluesSerenade Member Patricius
since 2001-10-23
Posts 10549By the Seaside |
the up and down of an un-played contrasting symphony It's coming from so faraway, it's hard to say for sure if what I hear is music or the wind through an open door. (Lyrics by Jackson Browne) although, we never forget the song. |
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Nightshade
since 2001-08-31
Posts 13962just out of reach |
Oh yes. hugs, Chris |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
very powerful! what a feeling! |
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Robert Frazier Senior Member
since 2003-02-06
Posts 1014 |
Open your door . . . i'm sending a windsong your way |
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Interloper
since 2000-11-06
Posts 8369Deep in the heart |
your wait is over eighty-eight black and white keys are playing our song ~*~ harken to the tone listen to the shades of love as fingers explore Fool, said my Muse to me, look in thy heart and write. |
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Huan Yi Member Ascendant
since 2004-10-12
Posts 6688Waukegan |
"And when he gets to those pearly gates to old Saint Peter he will tell: One more Marine reporting Sir. I’ve served my time in Hell." Unknown Author Left on a grave on Guadalcanal |
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Marge Tindal
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
OneSlick~ And a lovely sound it is~ *Huglets* ~*Marge*~ ~*When the heart grieves over what it has lost, |
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Ringo
since 2003-02-20
Posts 3684Saluting with misty eyes |
Helen- If I hear one more comment about you not liking your writing, I will personally come down there and red this to you over and over and over and over again until you finally realize how good you are at this. Another masterpiece. In the wooden chair |
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