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Author Name: Freeborderline_mary 6 Comments
Date Added: January 03, 2011 13:01:27 Average Score: (Needs 2)
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Type: Rhyming
Category: Sonnet Add To Favorites | Text Only
Before I walk my last walk, touch my hand,
And comfort me, and warm my lonely way.
I promise you will never understand,
But still you'll breathe the air of my last day;
Return to vacant places we called home
And win the war in which my soul was lostó
Fill up the hollow years with blood and chrome,
Still etched and edged November's by the frost.
In Germany, where sunlight chills your skin
And shivers made of glass reflect the sky,
You'll wake and find that memory is thin,
So I cannot exist, and cannot die.
This last walk down the first road is my own;
That you may breathe once more, I go alone.
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Comment By: Freepaul f clayton on April 21, 2011 06:18:55 PM Report

This is almost like something i'd conjure up

Though mine wouldn't come across quite so cleverly

It's a subject matter I like

very well written


Comment By: Freejamieson steele on January 28, 2011 02:16:19 PM Report


   "Blood (skills) & chrome", "etched & edged"

"cooled by the frost" is part of sword making.

And with justice & love you'll never walk alone.


Vanishing is part of play

& part of play is a vanishing point.

And a vanishing point gives perspective to art

& its purpose. To put it mildly it's a master's way.

All the best,

to an awkened soul

with love,


Comment By: PremiumDavid Turner on January 16, 2011 07:53:20 AM Report
It seems to me that this is about Kristalnacht in November  1938 about some one who sent her children out of Germany only to die in a concentration camp barely remembered by the children she saved.

I like shivers/slivers of glass. Thew ending is very poignant.


Comment By: FreeTristan on January 10, 2011 11:24:58 PM Report
An enigma wrapped within a mystery and confounded by a paradox.  Your writing is beautiful in its sadness, and mystical in its darkness with perfect metre and rhyme -- excellence speaks to the heart while tears soak to the soul.  Wonderfully written and thoughtfully, artistically composed.  Tristan
Comment By: FreeGraham Jones on January 9, 2011 03:56:18 AM Report
"And shivers made of glass reflect the sky" a hauntingly good line,the imagery you create within these lines is second to none and makes it such a pleasure to read on this cold and bitter morn~Graham.

Comment By: FreeLinda Jo on January 3, 2011 07:24:03 PM Report
your sonnets are always so heartrending.  thanks for sharing your wonderful thoughts with us...sad but speak with a poet's voice.  "comfort me and warm my lonely way"...favorite line. So much conflict within these lines...


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