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Lost In Words

Words poured like liquid fire
burning her in places
she never understood;

thoughts formed in womb
drifting upon nature's harmony
in twilight moments
and dark shadows,

nostalgia crept across music notes
sometimes loud and extreme
others soft gentle whispers,
often falling against stone walls
without thought or answers;

some danced in cabarets
where cornets blew
placate in her mind,
arbitrary savant was
what she often though,
as she corralled her wonderment;

resigning herself to the fact
that prophecy came and went
with the wind,

      ~allowing her no control,
        only words that ran wild
        through quill and ink
        disappearing without warning.

Author notes

arbitray was used as arrogant in meaning
savant as artist

Prompt: poetry

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  • Errant Panther gold member
    October 1, 2008

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    Interesting depiction of what moves the soul to write poetry. Clever phrasing and lovely individual style shown throughout.


  • Angelflower
    September 27, 2008

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    I really loved this.. Something beautifully written and unique in wording.. I loved the flow of this as well.. thank you very much for sharing.. best of luck in the contest..

    Angel


  • darell
    September 18, 2008

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    Poignant

    How true. I love the way you structured
    this piece. The images and intent of
    the poem are very thought provoking
    and powerful. Words come easy and are
    as fleeting as a enthralling spring breeze.


  • Aussie Gypsy gold member
    September 18, 2008

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    You create such beauty and sadness in these words, I am left to reflect on all these feelings and thoughts. I love that kind of poem. Best to you in the contest


  • Malabu
    September 16, 2008

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    poetry is a song that breaths with the magic of words such as it is with a silent strum to the heartfelt reader to which it bcomes their very own...i feel i feel and ponder


  • going nowhere
    September 16, 2008

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    this reminded me of a life cycle of poetry... its birth, life and a death that someetimes puts more meaning to the words...

  • carole21
    September 16, 2008

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    very well penned . . flows well . . liked "nostalgia crept across music notes" and "that prophecy came and went with the wind" . . good luck in the contest

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