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the story behind the masque
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the story behind the masque |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738
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Venecian masks are made like this: mocking fingers in wet clay misery in glass, they ask the "why" that I dare not. Glossy lips lick paint in pain mocking joys of yesterday smitten upside down they say that they were simply drawn that way and no-no, nor was I designed to dance the synchronicity of a puppeteer and strings tend to chafe my simple needs and what I am is not. My tears are drips of silver moons mocking irises in spring blooming life like this, and green is yellow in an Autumn dot: Winter begs for gold lame' maidens suckle fingertips etching stitches perfectly drinking their virginity lest they stain the frock. |
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Sunshine
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since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
For you, m'dear...  along with my  |
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Earth Angel Member Empyrean
since 2002-08-27
Posts 40215Realms of Light |
A moving story of the woman behind the mask. "My tears are drips of silver moons mocking irises in spring" ~ 'Tis poetic genius!!! Linda |
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Nightshade 
since 2001-08-31
Posts 13962just out of reach |
 You are simply amazing. Into my library this floats. Hugs, Chrislane |
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Enchantress Member Empyrean
since 2001-08-14
Posts 35113Canada eh. |
 Amazing..absolutely amazing!!!!  |
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Greeneyes 
since 2000-09-09
Posts 9903In Your Poetic Mind |
My tears are drips of silver moons mocking irises in spring blooming life like this, and green is yellow in an Autumn dot:'''' how beautiful is that...you bring the words alive Karen.....hgsss and Happy Holidays.... |
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Martie
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
Karen You always inspire me! PS Check your email.  |
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OwlSA Member Rara Avis
since 2005-11-07
Posts 9347Durban, South Africa |
This haunting poem calls out in pain, but with strength, beauty, grace and dignity. The line “and what I am is not” reminds me of part of a pair of poems of mine called “The Night of the Cat” and “The Smile of the Cat” which I will post under the suite title “Cat Mystery”. - Owl |
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Dark Angel Member Patricius
since 1999-08-04
Posts 10095 |
you collapse me...you always have. God, I love you. m xx how i would love you, love you as no one ever did! Die and still, love you more. And still love you more..and more |
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littlewing Member Rara Avis
since 2003-03-02
Posts 9655New York |
and are you seeing them there, now? The masks . . . seems they are reminding you of other times, other lives . . . and if so, I am sorry for that Karen. But I never knew that such a mask hid so much. |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
"they ask the "why" that I dare not." exactly |
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Mysteria
since 2001-03-07
Posts 18328British Columbia, Canada |
I made you a little something.  ~ A masque has a purpose ~ It hides fear and shame. Tears painted on them Displays all the pain. The colored ribbons remind us We’ll be forever bound, Unless we look inside For what must be found. A hole in the soul Can wear no disguise, Ever notice one thing? Masks have no eyes. If we look inside for all that we are missing, it has always been there all along. Whatever it is we feel we have lost has become a permanent part of our very soul. |
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inkedgoddess Member Rara Avis
since 2002-11-19
Posts 7392Ohio |
i feel the pang and needn't ask why i understand all too well |
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Gentle Spirit Member Patricius
since 2000-10-09
Posts 13989 |
knowing and understanding this one m'lady... much love to you sweetie. Happy holidays. |
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dgvarner Member Elite
since 2000-05-13
Posts 3552High Springs, Florida |
enjoyed! great writing... hugs, g "A tiger who does not prowl becomes a rug..."  |
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Magnus
since 2001-10-10
Posts 14135South Carolina, USA |
Karen, You can think of, dream of and write of things that have never even brushed my mind.. This is no exception! Well done. |
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ThisDiamond Member Rara Avis
since 2002-02-22
Posts 9353Michigan, USA |
Exposed...the Christmas deep inside your heart. Hugs, TD |
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Paul Wilson
since 2002-07-07
Posts 4711United States |
Karen...Many many thoughts on this work of art. I will just say simply Karen at her best...Paul We dance the dance of saddness behind the mask of smile Others manipulate the strings of life while we grasp the knife of freedom I could read much more into this poem but would rather not... ~~To share my poems with you is to share my heart with you~~ |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
Nice...James |
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iliana Member Patricius
since 2003-12-05
Posts 13434USA |
Adding this masterwork to my collection, of course. Karen, the line in addition to the "eyes" verse that grabbed me was "the "why" that I dare not." I agree, you are a poetic genuis. Oh, shucks, I know you don't care about that stuff....but you are! luvsya, jojo |
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