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Post by gentlewind ~~(Serenity) on May 3, 2009 14:51:13 GMT -5
All alone, Motionless at my door Stray shafts of sun light gather in
I am going to linger awhile In forgotten memories left half dressed
Where you are as low as the grass will grow I think of my journey through a thousand miles
Scent of lilacs, taste of rain Sometimes leaves a lonely taste
In my eyes everything has changed Drop by drop, through the dusk. Unto dawn
They wrench my heart Pile up, fade into a bearing thought
The moon will rise at my door Alone I saddle up and ride the storm
The PAIN between my door Is made of glass
Not much higher then the low green grass
Tiny hints of lilac scent remains To seriate ten thousand words Collected in the rain
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Post by Artemis on May 3, 2009 15:42:15 GMT -5
Such sorrowful but beautiful words my friend. You really capture the mood. I can just see you standing at the bottom of the stairs in the moonlight, between shadows and pondering. These are the images that come to mind. A lovely piece and so well written, thank you for sharing, Kerry xx
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Post by gentlewind ~~(Serenity) on May 3, 2009 16:37:28 GMT -5
Thank you Kerry for the kind thoughts.... You are a sweetie... hugs Gentlewind
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Post by Harklight on May 7, 2009 0:04:17 GMT -5
Such sweetly painted agony, gentlewind. This sad experience is subtle at first but it's in the "forgotten memories half dressed", low grass and wrenching heart. I like the repeated lilac scent - and your last stanza is great. Bravo. H x
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Jim
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Post by Jim on May 9, 2009 11:32:17 GMT -5
a haunting and bittersweet remorse. masterfully penned. great emotion in few words... I love that.
peace
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