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A mornings word 091407
Contributed by
wordsy
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Friday, 14th September 2007 @ 10:11:33 PM in AEST
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As I turned to look behind me
what to my surprise
there upon my coattails
were my dreams found in demise
A sad and sullen remnant
of the memories that remained
those I'd left behind me
though no yardage did I gain
And so I turn to finally face
a past that'd come to call
and place me within its shadow
as it pinned me to the wall
So to now accuse me
of a life lived in regret
for all the times I've been in my life
unforgiven, let us not forget
And so the sadness slowly seeps
how thoroughly it pervades
grounded in places oh so deep
that it's shadow never fades
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wordsy
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2007-09-14 22:11:33]
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Re: A mornings word 091407
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by ladyfawn on
Saturday, 15th September 2007 @ 08:53:26 AM AEST
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a powerful masterpiece, so beautifully written! so touching to ones heart...
hugs n' love nessa |
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Re: A mornings word 091407
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by Butterflygirl40 on
Tuesday, 18th September 2007 @ 04:43:59 AM AEST
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| Very good poem. |
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Re: A mornings word 091407
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by Dom on
Monday, 24th September 2007 @ 10:15:40 PM AEST
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What a stunning idea of past regrets clinging onto your coattails, only to be seen on turning round and looking, or when the coat is removed and examined. A stunning description not only because of its potency as an image but also its relevance as a truth about the persistence with which the past can haunt us. As the poem progresses the darkness and sadness seem to bleed from the lines. A very powerful write indeed.
Dom |
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