Poetry: Making New Revelations

Making New Revelations
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You won’t stare at me
You won’t aggitate;
You won’t let me bleed
And won’t let my heart ache.

All the passings of grace,
All the favorites erased;
Your side-worn satchel swinging,
Tapping your hip in place.

Hand in hand, fingers entwined,
Now the mess is gone,
The path outlined
The way home’s not long.

Your cheeks a shade of pale,
But lips still in color —
Still close to The Grail,
Left without your mother.

Raining now,
Those tears your flow;
Showing how
To love those you know.

It’s obvious why
You’re still here —
The love you have
Is ever-presently clear.

Take a look around
Take in the air;
Stop a whispered sound
Affix your loving stare.

Lonely Aphredite

February 24, 2004

Im thinking he was around 21 when she was born, no i havent but that has crossed our minds… YEs i do still check i like your writing and im still waiting for the one for me…did you forget me? ;p

WORK!?! Who likes work!!!! lol Im thinking it will be interesting b/c your coming from a different angle….atleast from my point…

Wordslinger

this is beautifully constructed…. I like it.

Scorpio

beautiful as always

endangeredreams

February 25, 2004

no i dont think flirting with the cliche and the tawdry is a bad thing unless you subcumb to it with out realizing what you are doing… to produce cliche poetry and proclaim yourself the next emily dickenson or charlotte bronte would be ludicrous… to tell you self, they are fun they are witty and they make me happy, and to embrace and transform the cliche… that is art

February 27, 2004

This is so wonderful…i love your way with words