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Post by backstreetdreamer on Feb 22, 2011 17:21:55 GMT -5
Through skies of liquid tangerine drift effervescent spiral trails No longer blue, just passing through, like ships with irridescent sails On oceans painted tourmaline, so many miles of might have been, So many miles of once again, of splintered sun and whiplash rain Before they drift back silently, those nomads of the starlit sea, Sign language serendipity, like mirrored soundless imagery That takes you by your silk gloved hand, and tries to make you understand That you don’t have to hear to feel, for sometimes even Princes kneel.
Through twirling jewelled mesmerism, there swirl reflections from a prism That dance where once the rainbow’s played, like shadows just before they fade Through trance like meditative lace, a séance sitting face to face Those seekers of the other side, where silk wings beat and faces glide Between the words that once they knew, like happy, sad, like false or true So mournful and yet so resigned, by circumstances underlined On ancient parchment tethered scrolls, the ones that hold so many souls Until the sealing wax is cast, so that they all can sleep at last.
Behind the old oak wardrobe doors, the mistress of the manor stores Her finery so carefully, to wear when she needs to feel free From every touch and every glance, from thoughts of love without romance For he she loved so much has gone, so much for her to dwell upon So many things to contemplate within her carriage by the gate, And when she reached her rendezvous, she wondered if it would be true That she could see him once again, to touch the love and feel the pain As round the table face to face, the séance started to take place…
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Post by The Great Fulcanelli on Feb 23, 2011 0:51:29 GMT -5
Is there no bottom to your soul? Is there no end to your craft? I have enjoyed this write, as a whole: It is to the heart as a key that matches the padlock's cleft.
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Post by johan on Feb 23, 2011 6:26:07 GMT -5
Love the line 'Like ships with irridescent sails' another fine poem Keith, this one excellent my friend.
Johan
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Post by Bob on Feb 25, 2011 10:24:59 GMT -5
excellent write!
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