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Silver Calligraphy

night drinks of an inky well
her feathered speech
a dark soliloquy
settles upon my tongue

the only bridge
between tomorrow
and yesterday's dream




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  • ecrivain01 gold member
    October 25

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    This is a lovely write ...

    and it would be difficult to find anything here to change (although I'd change "of an inky well" to "from an inky well" if it were my poem.

    However, other than that, it's perfect as is.


  • Nicolette gold member
    October 10

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    i understand this one so very well...almost as if it's my words through your pen, Karen. How beautifully soft your voice comes across - as always

    ~ Nicolette


  • Cannonsfire
    October 9

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    You dear lady even when it is sad it is still speaking so softly that a feather might fall and we'd hear it C


    • klassy lassy
      October 9
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      It was very quiet when I wrote this, and I could hear more than I wanted...

      Karen


  • tomisb
    October 9

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    The image of night taking the time to write the words we tell our dreams comes across an artist’s personfication of night to act as a simile of their own creative imagination speaking to them. This space of time when we stop creating reality and seek repose. Dreams still come unheeded as our spirit plays with possibilty.

    Love the title and the way it sways the piece. Gracious and full of flourish the dreams become full of hope as opposed to the factual intent of Times New Roman.

    Love, Tom B.


    • klassy lassy
      October 9
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      Times New Roman...faxed in black and white! I dream in color, like four o'clocks and cornflowers.


  • Night Hope gold member
    October 9

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    Gorgeousness, Karen.



  • Yemassee gold member
    October 9

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    If her fleeting, or couched words are all that links one to tomorrow's hope, that is unfortunate for it's most likely a fool's dream. Without knowing the particulars I'd offer a match and a gallon of gasoline to set the bridge ablaze and look for someone without feathered speech -- someone who writes in nice clear freehand.

    Of course it probably means something other than how I read it.


    • klassy lassy
      October 9
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      Your radar is spot-on! Some bridges are better off burned.... Thank you, Yem. It's good to see you here, my friend. I need to get back in the flow of the poetry and friends here.

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