for Ernest,
who reminded me that Love
is a verb
felt-tip fingers verbs of blood
writing riddles, songs and poems
and whispers ... feathering
naked souls
tiptoe-ing nevertreaded paths
of doves
nesting in shadows
and in dreams
myra 2002
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Poetry Workshop!
Written February 3rd, 2002
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Came back to read again...superb, enchanting write...eh...oh...ee
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Oh yes C ... every poem is. Thank you for visiting.
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poetry workshop eh :o)
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Thanks for chanting, Slagman!
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Sorry about the duplication, Myra.
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Superb, enchanting write.
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Superb, enchantin write.
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Oh Patrick! What wonderful quatro ... thank you so much, my friend ...
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Blood calls to blood across the night,
To beckon love into the light,
Of fires built with careful hands.
She love, dear lord, she understands.............Again elegant and expressive. and love IS a verb. -
Thank you, Quabben, gift(s) bestowed on me by all the poets (read: people) treading my path, and by the Greatest Poet of all ...
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Yes, love is a verb. Clever write M, you have the gift.
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