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Age Fog
Contributed by
MarcusLane
on
Sunday, 4th January 2009 @ 04:13:30 PM in AEST
Topic:
Grief
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Age-fog hangs in heavy drapes
Around my head, a cloudy gauze.
My memory of your love escapes
Through murk and mist that seals the doors.
My grey and whispy hair you stroke
And whisper words of long-lived love.
Though shafts of sunlight prod and poke
They never pierce the gloom above.
Now sitting at the window I
Avert my gaze, your touch resist,
My memory dulled, with glassy eye
And drooling mouth, I face the mist.
Copyright ©
MarcusLane
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2009-01-04 16:13:30]
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Re: Age Fog
(User Rating: 1 )
by elle on
Sunday, 4th January 2009 @ 04:51:31 PM AEST
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| my, what you've written offers up an errie quality that speaks of a sweetness shrouded within a quiet sadness. . . time changes our temporal being, with no regard & though we pass into another existence, timeless care remains always the same. . . I love this. peace. elle |
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Re: Age Fog
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by Former_Member on
Sunday, 4th January 2009 @ 05:52:26 PM AEST
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a deeply touching write. i could sense the underlying sadness in this. good work .
-phil |
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Re: Age Fog
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by Butterflyperfect on
Monday, 5th January 2009 @ 04:34:37 PM AEST
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Sometimes I am good with words and sometimes I am not. This time I am not. I really am at a loss of words. Wonderful piece and I look forward to reading more.
Take Care,
~Butterfly |
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