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Post by soulfir3 on Oct 20, 2006 3:00:32 GMT -6
What is found here
can never be formed of words.
Pure forces that mingle uncompared.
Like dreams unspoken when first awoken
by a sad light.
What is found here
can limp with one foot on the curb
and the other on the pavement
in some uneven gait
waiting to be hidden in laughter.
What is found here
can open the swift drifting of curtains
held in mountain winds
when long shadows tumble across like juries
of the night.
What is found here
can always be held in glistening eyes.
Turned by silence's tool of patience.
Like feelings harbored for so long
the starward view has been lost.
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Post by rrw on Oct 20, 2006 8:02:00 GMT -6
Very nice imagery here, Soul. There's this awkward loney feeling I get from this as if the world just isn't right, expressing afeeling through images without ever saying exactly what that feeling is. Very nice, very haunting. Great job.
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Post by johnyamrus on Oct 20, 2006 8:07:51 GMT -6
there's never an awkward or unnecessary word in any of your stuff. nothing wasted.
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Post by Sam on Oct 20, 2006 9:03:32 GMT -6
What I sense from this poem is a feeling of oneness with those around you. A feeling of acceptance of all in one united bond. Our differences are unique, yet together we blend like coffee with cream and sugar.....tea with honey and lemon. A feeling of coming home, belonging....a comfort zone. Sam  |
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Post by soulfir3 on Oct 20, 2006 15:06:29 GMT -6
Many thanks everyone, was a little unsure of this one. Glad to know it has your sign of approval.
Soul
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Post by DavidMc on Oct 21, 2006 0:30:49 GMT -6
Beautifully expressed writing.
David
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Post by vixen on Oct 21, 2006 8:46:01 GMT -6
A very "soulfull" write. Loved the imagery in this one. vixen
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