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Another Face

A fleeting look, a flash of fire Frail wings that fan the light; A flame that's so enticing Condemned her to ignite. Suddenly he's there With cunning threads that knot His touch, the wanton smile A word without a thought. And from the smoking ash Fades love's forgotten glow She's just another face A girl he used to know.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2012




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Date: 10/20/2012 7:18:00 PM
WOW! Effective alliteration in your first verse! You decode the emotions of the cunning and the castoff with equal facility. You possess such great understanding of the Human Condition. Well done... again! Love Keith
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Date: 8/25/2012 9:23:00 AM
Enjoyed reading this one today..Yes, that is the truth with many love affairs..No genuine love...Thanks for stopping by..Sara
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Date: 8/19/2012 7:29:00 PM
rereading this one. It's such a gem!
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Date: 8/17/2012 11:47:00 AM
This is a gem of a poem you have penned. Love can ignite but the flame can die too. Well done. love phyl
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Date: 8/12/2012 4:36:00 PM
we aren't so different us colonials, cousin, we have our Irish, Scots liquorice allsorts, etc... Moth to the flame, Spiders game, another one, he used to know, thats how the game does go, i know:(
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Date: 8/12/2012 4:49:00 AM
Thanks, Liz, for your kind comment re my poetry. It means lot to me because I consider your poetry at the top of the list. Do hope this finds you well. I haven't been into Poetry Soup for some time as I have been preparing 7 lectures and writing a workbook for the Bach Flower Remedies. My lectures start next Tuesday. I will later be doing webinars. Lastly, I loved your love poem....so much truth lies therein. Love, Maureen. God bless you and keep you.
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Date: 8/10/2012 9:30:00 PM
Elizabeth-Dear, I had to place this one in my favourites. There is so much here, so much ART. I would put this up side by side with one of my favourite poets, Edna St Vincent Millay... The voice is yours... it is only the OOOMPH factor that reminds me of her. The line a word without a thought is etched now... Sorry for my absence, think of your often. My daughter is keeping me hoping, and we are half potty trained, now. Summer is oddly busy for us, I am enjoying it but looking forward to sept.
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Date: 8/7/2012 9:45:00 PM
Another Gem created by you Elizabeth. How beautifully you have sketched the inner feelings of a beloved and her cunning wanton lover. Superb my friend as always. Love and best wishes...Ravindra...Elizabeth Wesley
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Date: 8/6/2012 2:10:00 PM
Commercial heart does it. Loved your poem and enjoyed lately, sorry my friend. You write after a long gap. Loved always, bl
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Date: 8/4/2012 1:51:00 AM
Dear Liz, you have such a wonderful way of conveying relatable trials of the heart. Your last stanza is truly perfection at reaching deep emotions. I have been there. Blessings,
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Date: 7/26/2012 2:02:00 PM
ohhh Elizabeth...you've caught a moment in time..a flash that's so enticing...love that line. Wonderful poem of unreqited love. Perhaps even one that was never spoken. Marvelous !!! Well done !!
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Date: 7/25/2012 7:37:00 PM
These threads the weaver weaves will inevitably tangle them by their feet until they can no longer traverse their web. This poem expresses just how cruel and uncaring people can be towards one another. Thank you for sharing, forget such a cad :).
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Date: 7/25/2012 4:09:00 PM
Romance is always enticing until the one 'enticer' turns into a selfish, worthless creep. 'Let go and live' is easy to say, not so easy to do. Luv, Keith :)
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Date: 7/24/2012 7:19:00 PM
Yeah, the fickleness of the mind at times causes great distress..great lines, Lizzie! Luv! :) Jag
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Date: 7/24/2012 6:51:00 PM
Such eloquence. "Condemned her to ignite". A sad tale narrated, as always, with such brilliance! It always feels good to visit poetrysoup and find your wonderful poems delight my heart Liz. God bless you, Taha
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Date: 7/24/2012 9:52:00 AM
glad i'm back to read this, elizabeth, "the old flame symdrome" you capture this scenario, with wonderful imagery. harry
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Date: 7/23/2012 12:09:00 PM
Wonderful sad tale, concise, to the point, steeped in acid... Terry
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Date: 7/22/2012 10:12:00 AM
Old flames die slowly if at all. This piece smolders, dear Liz. The guy is a lech, no doubt. Love, Dave
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Date: 7/22/2012 9:07:00 AM
Every girl's nightmare I guess. "a girl he used to know" - says it all. love, Kathy Happens there's a song has been bounding around my head now for weeks. - "I'm just somebody that you used to know." Same yucky feelings.
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Date: 7/22/2012 6:09:00 AM
wonderful poem Elizabeth...love....Joseph
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Date: 7/22/2012 3:11:00 AM
Lizzie, this gem is just so stunning, a lovely progression in each stanza... Especially love the last one ;) hope your Sunday is good hun, love Wilma
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Date: 7/22/2012 2:24:00 AM
Hi LIz, it is hard when one moves on so quick.. and fades it all away.. Maybe he walks in blameless and can't get of that horse.. This is a great rhyme.. thank you always.. PD
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Date: 7/21/2012 9:40:00 PM
I love the alliteration in your first verse. Beautifully crafted with the perfect culmination.
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Date: 7/21/2012 4:59:00 PM
No memory can fan the flame of fires in the past. A glance of hidden ecstasy that wasn't meant to last. Evening came without someone to chase away the blues. Sometimes it takes all that we have to stay out of the news.
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Date: 7/21/2012 5:43:00 PM
No! :)
Date: 7/21/2012 4:42:00 PM
Elizabeth. the waiting poem of mine you liked was entered into a different contest other than the waiting one. But I'm glad you liked it anyway. I have to leave soon for our grandkids' birthday party. Just stopping to say hi! luv, ANdrea
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