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Post by Ivan Carswell on May 14, 2009 6:05:51 GMT -5
trepidation sheers away superior attempts to free myself from infinite despair alone one hundred days plus fifty six declares what words so far have failed to say
we’ll meet again ostensibly today in limbo where the life we shared has disappeared – a mordancy of signs declare an ending diffident with hope beyond ill-rent repair
forty years are neatly held in dearest memory – a chance there-in of nascent peace or comforting yet emptiness invades the locus of my fears somnambulant release
seeing you is fraught with pain you’ve borne too patiently in acquiescent amity – the scene in which I bleed to death before your suffered gaze a tragic penitent bereaved... © 23 April 2009, I. D. Carswell
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Post by Don Schaeffer on May 18, 2009 6:09:51 GMT -5
This is very touching. I really like the way the sense filters through your round-about language. It's like a poem symphony. I follow the melody through complicated, non-melodic harmonies. That's your style. I like it.
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Post by Ivan Carswell on May 18, 2009 16:55:39 GMT -5
Don, ;D, [shadow=red,left,300] I am truly flattered[/shadow] - symphonic poetry, wow...
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