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Where by Echos Taunted...
Contributed by
misfitme
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Tuesday, 16th January 2007 @ 10:58:44 PM in AEST
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Gusts of the winter swept twilight~
invited by her open window
Playfully whipped the lace curtains~
as if the most foolish of foes...
Swirling around her bed chamber~
to inspire an upward glance
Engaging the lit candle flames~
in a wildly flickering dance...
Stirred by the chaotic shadows cast~
her beauty by the night was soon known
As she tilted her head & listened~
for what on the wind to her had blown...
Wistful whispers unto her beckoned~
"hide no more from your memories of...
The artist to which you were once muse~
& the intensity of such love..."
Her only answer, a heavy sigh~
as towards the open window she drifts
Her dream like state tempered with purpose~
knowing once closed, the spell would lift...
Turning her back on the secured latch~
she returns to where by echos taunted
Reign of the dark hours again forfeit~
to what by day her eyes were haunted...
haunted...
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Re: Where by Echos Taunted...
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by yangdantien on
Tuesday, 16th January 2007 @ 11:25:00 PM AEST
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Many elder folk seek the company of younger simply to pass along bits of wisdom without necessarily paving the path that lies before each.
I imagine you having such a meeting your 69 yr old self no lets say 93 yr old self as she sits on the same park bench where you're resting and as she leans into whisper to you, her younger being, "I have but one regret." Knowing instantly what that is
you leap from the bench to the pen the above poem.
Now is the time to embrace the muse within, celebrate living, receiving and never stop giving.
Peace
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Re: Where by Echos Taunted...
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by wizard on
Tuesday, 16th January 2007 @ 11:44:38 PM AEST
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very nicely done...beautifully written... great job!!
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Re: Where by Echos Taunted...
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by shelby on
Tuesday, 16th January 2007 @ 11:59:22 PM AEST
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beautiful sis simply beautiful it filled me with such a peace and restful feeling while reading
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Re: Where by Echos Taunted...
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by deadheadpoet on
Wednesday, 17th January 2007 @ 10:27:55 AM AEST
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Oh Kerry. I loved this. What a lovely, lovely write. The repetition of the word "haunted" at the end, just sealed the mystical feeling up so nice and tight for me. Thank you for sharing.
Peace and hugs,
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Re: Where by Echos Taunted...
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by Former_Member on
Wednesday, 17th January 2007 @ 01:36:07 PM AEST
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Misssy, your work gets beter 'n' better by the post! The vivid mysticism of this piece haunted, haunted and haunts me still. So enjoyable. Wonderful work!
wabl
KenMoore
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Re: Where by Echos Taunted...
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by Eternal_Dreamer on
Friday, 19th January 2007 @ 01:59:17 AM AEST
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My sweet & dear friend MissyMe, wow, you never cease to amaze me you know that. I am a hooked fan of your remarkable poetry and I'm absolutely glad you joined us here @YPDC. You continue to captivate us with your poetry and you have such a flare with a pen dearest Kerry Lynne. I have come to expect nothing but the best when I visit your pages my dear friend. Rock on sweet Moon Maiden~
love ya,
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Re: Where by Echos Taunted...
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by Nazmythian on
Saturday, 20th January 2007 @ 01:18:18 AM AEST
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I rather liked the wistful feel this brought.
"hide no more from your memories of...
The artist to which you were once muse~
& the intensity of such love..."
probably my favorite part ....
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