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Often, She Slips Into A Sea Of Sorrow - Gold

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She sighs in her sleep
swimming through dreams
that stroke her skin
in blue notes of a whale’s song

drifting through night-waves
his face drifts, dearly,
one wave ahead of her

as she surfs deep within surges
touching trembling tears of stars
strobing down the face of God

He knows her sadness;
knowing she dives, nightly,
into murky depths
where she is kissed
by her own dammed tears
hoping to forgive him

breath held is expelled
she stumbles
to dawn’s rocky shore
bared to the bone
by her silent slip into deep sorrow

I watch her and wait
for a lung-filled gasp
to signal her return

I tuck her moans
into a blanket
she wraps herself in it
one tired arm crossed over another

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  • Tamera
    May 9, 2007
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    I love the last stanza!


  • Jersene gold member
    May 7, 2007

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    I love how you've tied the imagery in with the emotion. I felt this one, and ended reading with a sigh. Beautiful tribute to a friend. Excellent write! Thanks for entering!


  • Blue Rew silver member
    May 3, 2007

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    strong tie-ins here...I see the traveller of dreams; the visions of the night; and the sadness in all the lines between. Blue


  • XXBrunettexBarbieXX
    April 24, 2007

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    awww this was such a great write...i really enjoyed reading this..i also like the pic that you put at the top of your poem..this write flowed very smoothly keep writting your very talented

    ~Chrissy~

  • tara wilson gold member
    April 24, 2007
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    He knows her sadness;
    knowing she dives, nightly,
    into murky depths
    where she is kissed
    by her own dammed tears
    hoping to forgive him

    By the end of this poem, I was gasping to take a breath and a sigh too,
    this is such a touching poem for your friend, truly beautiful in its sadness, I feel a deep bond of friendship in this one.


  • soulfultia gold member
    April 23, 2007

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    You get a "Sigh" from me as well, this gave me goosebumps! Excellent penning from someone who clearly knows the soul of this woman and has felt her pain and sorrow. You are a wonderful friend to her and this was nothing short of a lovely tribute and there is no question this brought her to Tears! Your spirit, as well as hers is joined in this write, outstanding! ~Tia


  • Peteskid gold member
    April 23, 2007

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    Remarkable and touching

    I found myself feeling wet, cold, and tired, and so expectant for that big breath...so transporting and compelling; wonderful writing here...PK


  • Night Hope gold member
    April 23, 2007

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    "He knows her sadness;
    knowing she dives, nightly,
    into murky depths
    where she is kissed
    by her own dammed tears
    hoping to forgive him"

    "I tuck her moans
    into a blanket
    she wraps herself in it
    one tired arm crossed over another"

    Sighhh...This is just too damned beautiful for words, my Sister. Ya got me. I've got huge tears coursing down my cheeks. The only real forgiveness I seek is that for myself, Sweetie; I think you know why. I should have known. I should have stopped it somehow. I should have been able to see it coming, instead of being blindsided by it. God, Woman. We understand each other so well. I love this poem, my dear Friend...but not nearly as much as I love you...Good luck in the contest, Lady...You're always, ALWAYS golden to me... Wanda

    • CarolDesjarlais silver member
      May 9, 2007
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      ah...you know...
      at one job I was working at, I was working 12 - 14 hours a day and then more time in the isolated community. I was simply getting worn down. In came a fax from the director at the other campus... "Please let me do my job! tks, God"
      See, we are not that pwoerful, all-knowing, and when we figure that out..we are able to forgive ourselves a little more.

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