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When the Bough Broke
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When the Bough Broke |
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Grinch Member Elite
since 2005-12-31
Posts 2929Whoville |
Those cold words that stitched me dreaming Cuckold in another’s thoughts Swept me lustwards past deceiving And down into remorse An ancient art the twist of weaving Untruths from a lover’s breast The needle stings the weft of wedding And leaves me darned instead The fleece of darkness silky silent Wraps me lonely in it’s arms A counterpane of gone forever A cradle for my bones |
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Earth Angel Member Empyrean
since 2002-08-27
Posts 40215Realms of Light |
"The needle stings the weft of wedding And leaves me darned instead" ~ Your poem is rife with such gems!  EA |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
oh, "down into remorse"  but into a fine write |
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ThisDiamond Member Rara Avis
since 2002-02-22
Posts 9353Michigan, USA |
You have tooled words to fit such powerful emotions. Exceptional write. TD |
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Klassy Lassy Member Elite
since 2005-06-28
Posts 2187Oregon |
Awww! you leave me bleeding with the stitches. You write such art to carry your reader on pen point into the depths of your words. My heart is stuck in my throat! Karen |
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Grinch Member Elite
since 2005-12-31
Posts 2929Whoville |
Thank you for the kind words |
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