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Author Name: Freebluefish 3 Comments
Date Added: September 10, 2009 23:09:46 Average Score: (Needs 2)
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In The Gleam Of Moment
For in the gleam of moments
even the stones of empty halls
do not sing
an emptiness without youth.

For as the leaves
blow against the panes
of the moon.
Raindrops arrange the pour
of their footsteps
across the roof of forgetfulness.

Swallow strange stars
as tomorrow
brushes it cold fur
against the words
you have swallowed.

As the years have poured
like a forgotten
current through the smallest verbs
that you hide  without skill
or guile
like a song without eyes.
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Comment By: FreeWide Awake on January 29, 2011 10:51:11 AM Report

The bruised eyes of my heart

--with  magnifying glass

--in the brightest light of empathy

--in my humble-witted house

strain and strive

for glimpses

of something they  long to find…

pressed in between the  mysterious

pages of your musings.

They rearrange all the letters

to spell out words of  regret

for would have beens or could have beens

They weave hazy  mirages of love

that hover in the living movement

---in the breath of your thoughts and feelings.

They paint hopeful illusions in the spaces

twixt your active verbs and unspelled nouns

and write happy endings to sad stories…

imagining sunset porches and swings for two.

They want to take their fumbling fingers

and persuade the plodding ticks and tocks

of the clock on the wall to walk backward

all the way to a time when they were blessed

to find beautiful red-rose petals there

in your words…

You always thought it was your poetry that kept me bound to you…

if  it did…then it was only because your heart is what poured them out.

Perhaps you DO read souls subconscious complexities with the sensitive fingers of your heart…maybe there IS brail landscaping in mine to read…but my conscious heart is what rules over me and it is an open book to you.

Could it be, Andrew…that your magnifying glass sabotaged, subconsciously, something that could have been beautiful -- fearing failure or the unknown?  Maybe it didn’t…it’s just a thought….


I was a whole different person at the time…I’m no longer the me you used to know…I’m no longer the me I used to know either.  I have no idea what it was you saw in the old me anyways…I was pretty rotten.

I wish I could introduce the new me to you…and that we could start over from the beginning………but I will understand if you don’t respond to the offer. 

The Lord keeps me going through all things…no worries…I’m a stranger in a strange land now and really don’t expect much from this life anymore…my work is to glorify God.

How are YOU coping with life?  You have some new poems that are pretty dark, with pentagrams and seances…kind of scary…getting past myself then----I’m worried for you!



Comment By: FreeMoon Fairy on September 11, 2009 11:10:24 PM Report
Interesting and always learn something new from your writes.
Comment By: FreeShe Whispers on September 10, 2009 11:20:40 PM Report
My goodness what does one say??? Always your gift of words enchanted me like they have for years
 my dear friend....
thank you for your comments..

Much Love ~ She Whispers


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