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Mon 24 May, 2004 06:50 pm
But he had gone before the
Word was put on page.
The ink had run
The seal in wax
Was simply brittle
Unspun flax.
The spindle turned its creaking last
As hands sought out the simple
Thread of tapestry and sturdy weave,
The rogue of all that still believe
In gentleness.
No easy task.
Oh Letty......that was beautiful and oh so powerful!
To quote Alfred de Musset:
Each memorable verse of a true poet has two or three times the written content.
Thank you so much for sharing that, Letty. You are very gifted.
~Brooke
panz and brooke, that balm was cleansing.
I must go now................................................................
That was absolutely beautiful, Letty; of the same high standard to which all your poems reach... you deserve to be published, if you've not done so already...
drom, and I might say the same of you. Thank u k...<smile>
No, my friend. The poems that I write are for A2K and the wonderful people here, and for my family who will never see them.
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