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Post by Artemis on Nov 29, 2009 6:00:47 GMT -5
He saw my soul ~
At last the feathers of white fall as I climb The porcelain smooth steps that lead to bliss. How long has my mind craved for this Oh for time, so much slow time!
The gates are bejewelled and vast My fingers stroke heaven’s door. Relieved tears fall as diamonds on the floor As a homecoming shadow is neatly cast.
A voice, ‘Why should I let you in? Pray tell.’ My eyes grow dim at such a question. Weary expression caught in my own reflection, He looks into my soul and knows already I’ve been to Hell
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Saffron
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Daughter of Ecanus
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Post by Saffron on Dec 5, 2009 17:19:07 GMT -5
The impact of the last line made me catch my breath. Very powerful writing sweetheart. I felt every word. Beautifully done. hug* Lady B
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Post by carousal on Dec 9, 2009 6:58:20 GMT -5
Lady B is so right the closing line gives the poem an original and unique impact. For me that’s the attraction of poetry, gorgeous Kerry, Exalt
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