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Sun 24 Oct, 2004 07:36 pm
The things that bind my life,
Cut my heart,
Shatter my mind.
Let me see the note of music,
The fragrance of the rhyme,
The spores of kinder times.
Reading your poem to me,
Holding you tenderly.
Inspired by everyone here and those who are not.
Somebody needs a hug. Where is Gus when you need him?
I think that's Quinn's department, edgar.
Do you know that when we write,
Tis recorded in the book of night.
And when the morning finally comes,
The book of hours
Is open where
We find a tear that isn't there.
No, my friend. I don't need a hug. That has become provincial.
Goodnight,
From Letty with love
provincial, eh? that is interesting word choice
stuh, yes, a word that says what was yesterday. Look among the leaves of Vermont. You might find it there. Pick it up carefully; hold it tenderly.
ahh, i see now. i wasn't sure what it meant, so i looked it up..and that wasn't among the (seemingly contradictory) two definitions that I saw. of course, I wasn't looking in my trusty 6 inch book...
<smile> your book of hours....
Thank you for all your help, my young friend.
Goodnight again.
Letty, lovely as usual. I love the fragrance of rhyme. Be well, sleep well.
Sorry, Letty. I was in a hurry and dashed off an inappropriate response. Maybe I can do better another time.
Thank you, Piffka, you're a dear.
No problem, edgar. Honesty is always appreciated.
I absolutely love the second stanza.
Cav, your observations are always appreciated. Now I must go back and read that second one again. Thank you, my friend.
Incredible work of art, dear Letty! Flawless.
Kelly, I have missed your poetry. What a delight to get your feedback from the Fort. <smile?
Why thank you, Letty. Don't worry, I have one moving through the old poetic digestive tract as we speak :-)
Stunning - I'll be back !
Gautam, I keep watching for my Indian friend to write in this category. Don't let the bankers make a good boy go bad.
Thank you, honey.
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