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Last Laugh

When mind is quiet, I'll be gone;
no search for words to egg me on,
wrapped in works I can not write,
to mock me, taunt me, in my plight

Epitaph:  No speech to "show 'em" ~
bequeath my spirit to a poem.
Wind-wing sky with angel and bird;
send images soaring without a word.

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Yes! A very Happy Birthday, OrangeMarmalade!

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  • vwery Nice piece. LOved it loved it


  • MuseStalker
    February 13

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    That's it!

    That Muse is such a fickle wench. And she won't just leave you, will she? No! She sits across the danceroom floor and winks and flirts with others while casting those teasing looks our way. We want to loath her, but we can't. So, we just sit and pine and dream, in hopes she will return. And, when the music starts - her hand in ours - we forget that the dance will end. Oh, you got it SO right with this one!

    • klassy lassy
      February 13
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      Deb! I love your comment. Thanks for the read and the BIG SMILE. You have been gone a while, and then some. ~ Karen


  • gaze
    February 12

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    An amusing way to write about writer's block
    I liked it Karen, I like your sense of humour


  • AusStar
    February 10

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    This is beautiful Karen, I love your poetry it so speaks to me in so many beautiful ways. much love to you my dear friend. I miss you.


  • tomisb
    February 7

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    Parra says: "The poet's job is this, to improve upon the blank page. I doubt if it is possible."

    I think he would be delighted by your search and how you caught the process with your pen.

    Love, Tom B.


  • Yemassee gold member
    February 7

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    Who has writer's block? Poor them. I never get that...I do however often get "Life sucks so much right now that I can't concentrate of writing" block.

    I find what taunts me most is when I write the most. All the horrible poetry pointing their fetid words at me.

    Happy birthday OrangeMarmalade. She/he doesn't know me but that is just a technicality.

    • klassy lassy
      February 7

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      When I want to write most is when I usually am called to other pursuits, and I go mind spinning, into a place of thought divided like a split infnitive! One usually gets called on split infinitives, too. Thanks Yem! I'm smiling at your pluck and light, thinking how much you add to the life of these pages, and knowing it can't help but come back in a good way.

      • Yemassee gold member
        February 7
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        Ah if they all felt like you! My friends seem to be running and hiding from me at present. I suppose I can't blame them. I do get boring after a while, lol

        Here is to friends, new friends and to the return of old ones.


  • adios muchachos gold member
    February 7

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    I've always had the fantasy to be surrounded by beautiful women, and it seems the comment area of this poem is just the place to be.LOL
    Great poem! The Marmalade Lady is a great gal herself!

    Best of luck in this fun contest.

    John

    • klassy lassy
      February 7
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      John, how right you are! Beautiful women abound on this comment page, and there are some very big-hearted men who grace it with generosity, too. Thank you for reading. Good to see you here! Thank you.

      Karen

  • Bad Bill
    February 7

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    Excellent poem - gentle humour wrapped around a core of inner truth.
    Best of luck with this fine entry.

    Warm regards,
    Bill

    • klassy lassy
      February 7
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      An instructor told me to write after I've gone for three days without sleep...a poetic zombie for sure! It hasn't been close to that length of time, and look whatcha get!!! I appreciate you, very much. ~ K


  • Nicolette gold member
    February 7

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    Beautiful!! This poem has wings...it's both light and deep. Loved the last stanza - "wind-wing sky"....yes, the soul is but a bird...



    ~ Nicolette

    • klassy lassy
      February 7
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      Aww, Nicci.... Soul is the one thing that truly takes heaven by storm. In the beginning was the word....


  • MargaretG
    February 7

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    The humour is great, it seems the more we want to write, the deeper our thoughts go, the more difficult it is to set them in words. I love that last couplet, such freedom of imagination.

    • klassy lassy
      February 7
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      Margaret, you know so well, and I am always blessed when your words come, for you hold the light in such a permeatingly gentle way.

      (Feel better!)


  • Cannonsfire
    February 7

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    Dear lady you always make me smile C

    • klassy lassy
      February 7
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      Light is Good. Nothing grows without it, and when it smiles, too, the heart stretches! Small seed to blossom ...


  • BonnieQ silver member
    February 7

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    Awesome Imagery

    Wow, darling Sis, this is an incredibly good poem. The imagery is crystal clear, as is the raw emotion and, technically, it rings with rhythm and flow and everything that makes a poem outstanding! Great to read something new by you!

    I declare this worthy of GOLD!

    Much luv & hugs, SisBon

    • klassy lassy
      February 7
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      Bonnie! You are so good to me! Thank you for the moments you spend boosting me into better places. It's not my best, but the best I could do at the moment...


  • ourgirlFriday
    February 7
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    interesting imagery...more than meets the eye here.

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