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~Choices~




~Choices~

The red ribbon that binds me
from head to heart to toe
Swirls whats within out upfront
Like the tornado-a seductive havoc..
But it has got to stop!
This has got to stop.
The red ribbon's got to stop dancing.


This red mist, fantastically alluring
Beckons unto journeys romanticized
with no anchors, sailed by Captain Impulse

..Wild & colourful,

blind & hurting..


Its time to stop dancing
Its time to replace
Its time to glide
to a floating end

The red ribbon must finally stop its dance.





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  • Mari Goes
    August 29, 2007

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    When the ribbon stops its dance, that is when we give up hope. We can replace, we can let all glide, but we can't stop the dance.
    I sense pain in this poem


  • Wolf Mistress silver member
    July 3, 2007

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    wow this is such a wonderful picture you paint here...why should your red ribbon stop dancing? Tell me, it's wonderful if you dance through life..bound from head to heart to toes.
    Just enjoy it my friend...as long as you canThere will be plenty of time left to glide then to a floating end.

    I loved your write.
    XXJeannette


  • wattle silver member
    July 2, 2007

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    Ms Me, your red ribbon dances across boarders dragging ocean shore closer together and pushing cultural differences further apart. I see only joy and nothing painful in your offering, it opens eyes and sends wild signals around my head. --- Beautiful. ----- Thank you.

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