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absolution

You grace the path of
past lovers, unsure your
place in this existence
called, mine. Like bird,
to fly above internal
limitations - to trust,
what is, to be true;
imbued with understanding -
caring, incomprehensible
to us. And like leftover
wine, the part that is gone
is gone; down to an
arresting sea; transformed
to the beauty that is here.
Love.


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  • AOMuse
    October 15, 2008

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    now runneth over...

    my wooden cup of truth : a letter of longing : with a 4 pronged fish hook : hanging 'pon the end : that might draw me back : were i the object of its meditation : a vision of forgetting : that can not be forgotten : a smudge on a mirror : that won't go away : and you see it every time : you gaze on your own image : this tasted a sweet peppery fresh : like an Australian Shiraz : i once knew : i forget her name

    lingeringonrearofpalate!

    the aofermenting


  • Luna Tique Fringe
    July 29, 2008
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    Lovely poetry, thank you.


  • Drivel
    July 26, 2008

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    lovely. i do love the part about what is gone is gone. it has a fast flow that grips you and leaves you thinking peacefully. has a quality of song to it.

    *loves*


  • McRae by nature
    July 17, 2008

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    "the part that is gone
    is gone"

    Amazing revelation. A sigh of things past, mixed with lament, hope, and wisdom. Beautiful LL.

    Much Love
    Carrie


    • LadyLavender gold member
      July 30, 2008
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      Thank you Carrie. I was out-of-town. Thank you for the lovely comment.


  • Random Thoughts
    July 14, 2008

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    Very nice, beautiful and soft imagery, coupled with some strong wording make for a very enjoyable read, great direction, well done


    -Brenden


  • WisdomWarrior
    July 13, 2008
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    Lady L, you have the most wonderful talent for imagery. This part really hit home:

    "Like bird,
    to fly above internal
    limitations - to trust,
    what is, to be true;
    imbued with understanding -
    caring, incomprehensible
    to us."

    Thanks for sharing.

    John


  • Moonlightdragon gold member
    July 13, 2008

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    bravo

    best of left over wine is the sweet taste on lips
    "transformed
    to the beauty that is here"

    These words will linger on my soul

    light and love
    Robert


  • secberm
    July 12, 2008

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    Left over wine leaves me fortified.
    Like Mad Dog, my vision's blurred
    and 20/20 through coke bottle goggles,
    everything's beautiful until I'm hungover,
    chewing my last arm free.
    Damn... I leave another piece of me!

    Write on, sister. Love you. One.

    Dez

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