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My Dearest Lord Byron,
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My Dearest Lord Byron, |
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1slick_lady Member Ascendant
since 2000-12-22
Posts 6088standing on a shadow's lace 
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My Dearest Lord Byron, laying quietly in this loneliness holding the dark ends of the night I try to twist the raveled edges escaping before the light I tiptoe out wool shawl can not bay this bone cold for frost came quickly this year covering silver velvet rolled brown leaves and I hear my heart crackle under step crows in their black winter dress wear laughter tightly over my head do you remember the meadow doves the male has hopelessly gone missing and his white soul mate searches she cries against the wind inconsolably I feel as if I am under her feathers in tears of a song that knows no echo searching a meadow of my own truly when we parted I did not realize it may have been our last farewell had I only known this ending differently I would not have been so ladylike reserve liquidly throwing myself at your feet pouring out my heart’s true desire not laying quietly in this loneliness holding the dark ends of the night Forever, Liz “all romantics meet the same fate”…Joni Mitchell |
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Ringo 
since 2003-02-20
Posts 3684Saluting with misty eyes |
Helen- For my cash, this is the best you have ever written. I definately would like to see more of this from you. Great Job. |
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Enchantress Member Empyrean
since 2001-08-14
Posts 35113Canada eh. |
Yes indeed Helen..Ringo is right.. For sure, your best! Hugs~ No spring, nor summer beauty |
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Seymour Tabin Member Empyrean
since 1999-07-07
Posts 31720Tamarac Fla |
1slick_lady That is one slick poem. Enjoyed |
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Interloper
since 2000-11-06
Posts 8369Deep in the heart |
BRAVA! Fool, said my Muse to me, look in thy heart and write. |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
it's always a treat to see your name  |
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The Lady Member Rara Avis
since 2005-12-26
Posts 7634The Southwest |
oh Helen! "I feel as if I am under her feathers in tears of a song that knows no echo searching a meadow of my own" you speak pain like your mother tongue |
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Gentle Spirit Member Patricius
since 2000-10-09
Posts 13989 |
Our dear poetess, will be so incredibly missed. This was one of my favorites of hers. |
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