I'm stacking stones in nice and even rows
And packing the soil to plant the flowers
I'm hiding in the shade so no one knows
Methodically stretching out the hours
With my dirty fingers and sweat soaked skin
My hands bruised and blistered with each job done
Aches try to force my resolve to give in
Self-induced trial under the blazing sun
I cannot stop this work I understand
It must be done if only for your sake
This small wonderful spot of sun drenched land
That wondrous view of the crystalline lake
I have beautified what I could not save
And left my tears as marks upon your grave
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Written August 10th, 2005
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Man, ARGHHHHH!! I need to like put you in a bottle and keep you forever, 'cept where would I find a bottle that big??
*ponders* Oh well.
Paul must STILL die.
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I would hope that your motto for life would be something more akin to love more, live more, smile more....
I wish you all the things your heart desires... and only one little correction there... we are ALL amazing...
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Thank you Margaret.
I was given a prompt for a silent accomplishment and couldn't come up with ANYTHING at all... so I went back to my roots and got my favorite pen and notebook out and took it to lunch with me... and managed in-between bites to get the first stanza written... after that... it sort of just fell out of me... -
This is so well written; so well expressed. It is so lovely. I can't make it better sorry if you wanted that kind of comment. You've wowed me again brother that I adore MAN the verbiage ah superb
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YAY!! I love this.
"I have beautified what I could not save
And left my tears as marks upon your grave"
I think that should be my motto for life.
You're amazing. YOU'RE SO AMAZING!!!
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This is spectacular, EC. The detailed description of the work and how it feels are poignantly set in perspective by the couplet. This is wonderful use of the sonnet form.
Edited on Aug 10, 4:31 p.m. because 'it was comment 4700'.
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