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Ross Bleckner: Heartfelt Light 1993 Watercolor and dry brush

The wind whistles slowly
down the ghost town of my heart;
across the boardwalks and the terraces
that have set this world apart

tumbleweeds in their lazy roll
have the main street to themselves;
the shops and houses silent and
as empty as the shelves

the crow’s caw echoes long and loud
through still and desolate air;
the cries unheard nor answered as
there’s no one left to care

the music and the laughter’s gone
the water troughs long dry;
there’s never rhyme or reason
and no sense in asking why.

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Dust of Memories

Contributed by spike on Saturday, 13th September 2008 @ 11:12:48 PM in AEST
Topic: Lifepoems

Ross Bleckner: Heartfelt Light 1993 Watercolor and dry brush

The wind whistles slowly
down the ghost town of my heart;
across the boardwalks and the terraces
that have set this world apart

tumbleweeds in their lazy roll
have the main street to themselves;
the shops and houses silent and
as empty as the shelves

the crow’s caw echoes long and loud
through still and desolate air;
the cries unheard nor answered as
there’s no one left to care

the music and the laughter’s gone
the water troughs long dry;
there’s never rhyme or reason
and no sense in asking why.

Copyright Â© spike ... [ 2008-09-13 23:12:48]
(Date/Time posted on site)

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Re: Dust of Memories (User Rating: 1 )
by navydocny on Sunday, 14th September 2008 @ 12:21:35 AM AEST
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absolute stunner..
perfect closing.....
keep it up!
Steve

Re: Dust of Memories (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Sunday, 14th September 2008 @ 12:45:38 AM AEST
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Oh dear poet. I truly feel this one deeply. You have meshed perfectly
in words the ache from a heart whose inhabitants have just vanquished
into thin air. Tough go of it. I am akin to this kind of lonely and there is a
desperation within your verse that is so quiet it could be missed by any and
all passers-by. There is nothing more subtle than the lonely human heart.
It bleeds in much the same way it does when overjoyed; so much so that
it is hard to detect any deceit that may lay beneath. In this case, there is
no deceit. Just that silent loneliness one feels when being presented with
something that was and trying to imagine it during it's reign. *sigh* This
one really gets to me, spikers.

This is ..... genuine. And that is a word so seldom embraced.

~ Breezy
Thanks for the PM -- made my day. ;)

Re: Dust of Memories (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Sunday, 14th September 2008 @ 03:07:44 AM AEST
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This poem is so vivid and genuine.
Every word flows into the next-exquisite read.

Re: Dust of Memories (User Rating: 1 )
by PhantomVampyress on Monday, 15th September 2008 @ 04:00:31 AM AEST
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wow this is beautifully written and the flow is just eloquent.. loved this write.

rock on,

vampyress Jenni

Re: Dust of Memories (User Rating: 1 )
by Eternal_Dreamer on Monday, 15th September 2008 @ 01:54:57 PM AEST
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My dear poet friend Spike~
My fine poet you have penned
a most outstanding, emotive, deep
and moving write. Such sadness
and loneliness throughout the lines~
I know this empty and lonely feeling
and I wish it upon nobody my dear
friend. Perfectly penned as is all
of your wonderful work my friend.

Your shout at the pub tonite(lol)...
Here's to you laddy~
love & hugs from your Melb. fan,
sue m

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