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I am missing words
insinuation through arrangement
the implication of what could be
given certain circumstance

the repetition of reality
moments once realized, now a shadow
which exist only with moonlight
three glasses of wine and want

I remember a woman, a dream
who moved without feet, floated
along corridors of hand held candelabras
ethereal, not of this earth

who brought heaven to heart, mouth and loins
ambrosia to a starving soul, depleted
by years of going without the whisper
of words of tenderness into orphaned ears

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WickedEveWickedEvealmost 17 years ago
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Hey! I like a lot of this, but it feels like it needs a little more work, maybe a few changes. At first I didn't like candelabras in this poem. It seemed like a fat ass on a skinny woman, but you may like that sort of thing. I guess it works okay, though. Anyway, thanks for the read. :)

RhymeFairyRhymeFairyalmost 17 years ago
Yummmmm !!!

Beautiful ...

AnonymousAnonymousalmost 17 years ago
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Thanks for the share, tt2u!

GuiltyPleasureGuiltyPleasurealmost 17 years ago
Bravo!

Tender and wistful with some well chosen phrases all bound together smoothly. I like.

Tess

TathagataTathagataalmost 17 years ago
I love

this verse:

"the repetition of reality

moments once realized, now a shadow

which exist only with moonlight

three glasses of wine and want"

I know exactly how that feels.

The last verse is the strongest as far as emotional content, and ties it up nicely.

A few different word choices would strengthen it up immensely.

Don't abandon this one.

Thanks for the read

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