Open Poetry #36 |
Longing Eyes |
Magnus
since 2001-10-10
Posts 14135South Carolina, USA |
The mirror of life clouds as the mist of souls past grasps the beveled edge and whispers of a worn path beyond the thorns of regret. A place once thriving with the energy of youth, stockpiled within the embers of a fire that raged, now dimmed by the dampness of toils that bring to one a gasp of weary. Can this once have been the place where rivers raged and mountains whispered the beckoning call of desire? Or, left alone to ebb until the last rivulets snake amongst the smooth stones of senility and dementia as trembling hands comb away the dust of a now dead fire of passion. Soon the moon shall wane above the precipice and an owl’s cry shall bring the curtains close in a place where rivers once ran and waters cooled the youthful step of yesterday as tomorrow waits to latch the rusted gate of heated breaths and longing eyes. |
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ThisDiamond Member Rara Avis
since 2002-02-22
Posts 9353Michigan, USA |
Sheesh...talk about emotive... You know, I have decided that each time you write...a little more "Mag"nificent spills out. Getting a towel. Hugs, TD |
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Earth Angel Member Empyrean
since 2002-08-27
Posts 40215Realms of Light |
I sighed a sad, soft sigh... Linda |
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latearrival Member Ascendant
since 2003-03-21
Posts 5499Florida |
quote _________________________________________ senility and dementia as trembling hands comb away the dust of a now dead fire of passion. ____________________________________________ Not how I forsee my life. Any small ember can relight a fire and passion never dies. Believe me... Beautiful writing Mag. martyjo |
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Magnus
since 2001-10-10
Posts 14135South Carolina, USA |
Martyjo, I hope I make it past the dementia and whatever else stage....that the passion might always come out and play now and then. Thanx for your reply. |
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