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Catharsis

sounds of salt
burn flakes of memories
into her skinny cheeks 

hands clasp ages of bone

seeking comfort from
warmth of fireplace

melancholic singing
jolt mind's vibrations
inflaming heart's nerve -
releasing her soul through catharsis…

her face a portrait of peace

her smile a knowingness

 

her body and fireside alike...

 

cold...

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  • leo2
    October 2, 2007

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    Poetry is catharsis for me too. It's a way to cleanse the mind of all those untidy words and incomplete phrases that are scattered throughout the mind and soul. For some reason this one leaves me feeling very sad.

    Sincerely,
    Leo Long


  • myrataal silver member
    September 30, 2007

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    Very atmospheric and vivid.

    Your poems are pictures of life itself and you forever the observer and healer.

    I see a lonely figure, staring into the flames, listening to evergreen songs, touched to release tears -- and then the silent acceptance in peace. Finally, she not held, and a fireside went cold.

    This is a story of a winter's twilight.

    Very touching.

    Edengroete
    Myra


  • mysticstorm gold member
    September 30, 2007

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    Very well done. Wonderful word choice and imagery btinging the read into the setting. Rather sad yet true to life.
    Nicely done!