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Post by backstreetdreamer on Nov 4, 2010 12:52:13 GMT -5
Her cracked ice breath crazed on the air that held her frozen beauty there, the night maid with such quiet sighs, looked up at star touched paper skies where the writings of evening unfolded themselves, like words from the books that had fallen from shelves linking scatter soft memories with paintings of pain, like the links of the bracelet she wore once again, then up an unlit street she walked, the kind where only silence talked so eloquently in the shade, a wonderful oasis played, a haven for the tired mind, a place for dreams of every kind, all souls are welcome on the wall, an open door for all to call.
and up the aisle an old man knelt, she knew exactly how he felt within his sacred catacombs, remembering his Holy poems of birth and death, of joy and pain, he knew them, but could not explain how streams join rivers, blue joins grey, how things grow tall, then pass away into the mysteries of time, those relics of each blessed rhyme that whispered softly down the aisle, and made the young girl softly smile for she felt life through open eyes, with wondrous joy and sweet surprise and when she walked through night or day, no-one could take her dream away.
for dreams can rise like summer skies before their final vision dies...
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Post by Lisa Arnold on Nov 4, 2010 14:30:44 GMT -5
wonderful poetry Keith!
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Post by jbstillwater on Nov 4, 2010 16:13:31 GMT -5
Keith....this is truly extraordinary writing! I do believe that it is your very best to date that I have read and am going back in for another read becasue there is so much within this poem to love and admire
Jan
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Post by purplespirit on Nov 4, 2010 16:28:32 GMT -5
The mysteries of time are surely expresses in a outstanding way Keith but the mysteries of your poetry is simply beyond. Ulla xx
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Post by sunny on Nov 4, 2010 20:57:43 GMT -5
Your words are as if the language of the time - far and beyond without limit and edge... it seems like all things grant lasting lives under your magical pen!
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Post by johan on Nov 5, 2010 7:27:44 GMT -5
A most visually written poem Keith, you paint a picture in the minds eye whilst the reader is engrossed in the words, great talent my friend.
Andrew
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Post by b4sunset on Nov 5, 2010 11:29:19 GMT -5
yes, a fascinating meeting of soul strangers or soul mates woven like a mantle of prism- like imagery.. a haunting gif t tof which subtle impressons are made, keith!
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Post by Sharon on Nov 12, 2010 4:27:36 GMT -5
magnificent poem!
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Post by Reggie on Nov 12, 2010 15:44:45 GMT -5
wow what a write, congrats!
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Post by michaelgallatin on Nov 5, 2011 12:21:17 GMT -5
Very touching and beautifully written! Take care, Mike
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Post by tmacconn56 on Apr 5, 2012 11:21:28 GMT -5
This is the heart of Poetry beating loud enough to hear. Bravo. Sensitive, evocative.
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