The residue of weddings
when the rafters sigh
from the weight of new snow
words that echo
off the borrowed blue ribbons
lining the empty aisles
the cooing of doves
on the broad beam of the roof
the silence of the bell
the rice sprinkled within the gravel
the memory of revel
across the panting bed.
"Do not speak so",
Lisa says softly
her breath husky and rapid,
"such White days
are very rare".
With such fanfare
It should all be well;
blessed words and oaths,
cake with icing
laughing children
and promises,
oh yes,
promises.
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Written February 28th, 2005
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LOVE it!!! -
stunning
an absolutely stunning poem that actually had me wandering the depths of my mind by the end. I absolutely loved it keep up the amazing work -
I enjoyed the poem but the red background killed my eyes.
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long but good i liked it really its well writen. keep it up!
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It does seem to take on a rahter dark side of life. The word that striked me the miost was promises. It can be a loaded word. Promises as onl;y as good as the person saying them .
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amazing
Beautiful. Simply beautiful. It leaves you with a yearning feeling only achieved by a poem like this. Great write. I think I will bookmark this. -
Beautiful
I love the wording you have to this. The flow is beautiful. I dont see it so pessimistic as philosophical. But you've already heard about both those things.
All the things your poem includes tend to be white, pure and innocent almost. Sometimes its just a pretend layer...which I think you were refering to in the last bit "Oh yes, Promases"
Even if I'm wrong, its still a really good write. Keep it up! >^^< -
promises ARE the residue of weddings. and words weigh more than the coldest snow or cake icing. and the human condition is full of holes. I think children laugh because they don't know what's coming. and lisa is right: such white days are very rare.
brilliant poetry, lute
~travis
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Wow. What an amazing write. I loved the desolation in it, the almost resignation to the way things are most of the time. Write on. ~~SpydurPoet~~
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Brilliant
Sometimes promises are all there is -- but the love behind it no less.
Myra -
This was such a good poem which I liked a lot
I thought this was a deep poem, I interpreted that the promises were not delivered, and maybe you were looking at a divorce? I liked the lexis of love and celebration, which was now shattered Keep writing, I loved your use of repetition at the end- it was very powerful
All the best,
Pozo
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this seems so numb and cold
and detached.
I hate to admit that I relate to the pessimism in this.
Hi
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