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The silken strand.

 
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backstreetdreamer
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PostPosted: Friday, 30 October 2009, 13:41 PM    Post subject: The silken strand. Reply with quote

The door so slowly creaked ajar, repainting corners with the shades
That tied themselves subversibly, before the fire’s last ember fades
Then crawled back deep inside themselves, to dream the dream they always do
Until the ashes blink and die, before their fading shine is through,
And in the garden’s waking glow, she wanders like a silken strand
With no-one there to make her smile, and no-one there to hold her hand,
For deep within her inmost being, time knows only how to die
And die it did upon the beach, the day he said his last goodbye.


Yet still she stood within the gold of evening after evening skies
A silken strand upon a breeze, with ruby red cabochon eyes
That wandered in vermilion, just like the sunsets they had shared
And on the shores of once before, she’d truly thought that he still cared,
But reasons are like Autumn leaves of many subtly different shades
And all too soon upon the seasons, every vivid colour fades ,
For silken strands can carry more than dreams upon the painted air
Like memories wound upon themselves, to paint her in complete despair.


And in the dying of her sunset, she took comfort in the shade
For silken strands and shadows bind when evening’s vows are made,
Then she wandered through a churchyard as the moon danced at her feet
And she walked into the church, and slowly sat down on a seat,
As she bowed her head in sorrow, she had but a single prayer
For she missed her love so very much,and wanted him to care,
Then she heard a sound behind her, and she turned back to the door
To see the moonlit silhouette of love, that she had pleaded for…
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PostPosted: Friday, 30 October 2009, 19:39 PM    Post subject: Reply with quote

A beautiful artistically painted word picture, the image of which would easily fit upon a framed canvas. Line by line the story unfolds and captivates the reader, hoping for and finding happiness at the end. Look forward to reading more of your writes....KayD
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Sher49
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PostPosted: Tuesday, 03 November 2009, 17:01 PM    Post subject: Reply with quote

Bravo!!!! What a wonderful Masterpiece your poem is!!! Excellent imagery! You wove the story with an experts hand brilliantly!!! I stand and appluade you!! Applause This was awesome in every aspect! Thank you for sharing it with us. I enjoyed it so much!

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Sherry J.


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