Debbie Duncan Poet Verse

Illusions

She floated on the outer edges of life.
The dreams that landed at her doorstep.
We're all but gone.

And then everything went back to the
way, it was before she came along.
As she floated on death's door.

When it opened, she would pass through.
For this life, as we all know.
 Is but a learning tool.



 March 5, 2016, 12noon

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Duke Beaufort February 12, 2017 at 9:20 AM Hoping you are well on this Valentine week. You haven't been posting much, but I know it is because your life is rich--at least I hope so. Your poem here is outstanding. You summarized life with such brevity. In fact, we know how quickly we pass and how quickly all is forgotten. Monuments don't really help.

Andrea Dietrich December 22, 2016 at 8:27 PM What an interesting way to put it: a learning tool . Sadly many do not learn much. I really enjoyed this one, Debbie.

Judy Ball November 29, 2016 at 10:15 PM A fine write Debbie. Well done. God Bless, JB

Michelle Mac Donald November 18, 2016 at 3:36 PM An interesting write, Debbie! Life truly is a learning tool! We might build bridges then discover that the place we are, is the most secure place to be. Best wishes, love, Mikki :)

Len Gasun October 7, 2016 at 1:11 AM WOW! Another wonderful write my dear friend, Debbie. I love it and enjoyed. Happy, Happy Birthday! Many big birthday hugs from me! love lots, Leonora

Joe Maverick August 27, 2016 at 4:32 PM Good write here Debbie, the last lines speak volumes.'

Duke Beaufort August 19, 2016 at 2:00 PM How true this is. Such wisdom in a small package. So, I see you have not been to this site in a while. I surely hope you are well. You have always had a magic touch of sweetness.

Michael Ainsley May 27, 2016 at 11:01 PM You still touch my heart Debbie. Been away from poetry soup.Will try to explain my adventure in my next poem. It's good to be home at poetry soup.Keep doing what your doing;yuo do it well.

Demetrios Trifiatis May 17, 2016 at 7:08 AM Life in a nutshell beautifully done dear, Debbie!

Skat A May 16, 2016 at 10:24 PM ha, you are amazing at what you do. SKAT

Poet Destroyer A May 14, 2016 at 2:50 PM Debbie, I do love the illusions of your expression... linda

John Fleming May 14, 2016 at 1:49 PM Very well expressed, Debbie! My very best regards this beautiful May evening. :) john P.s A seven.

Duncan Chappell April 22, 2016 at 3:23 PM Beautiful simply beautiful lots love xxx

Don Johnson March 9, 2016 at 2:41 AM Personally, I think this is a subtle hell world where we might improve our future lot on rebirth, If we try to be nicer to the other Prisoners of Mother Earth. Why else are there awful places to be born? And so much bloody suffering.

Paul Callus March 8, 2016 at 5:13 AM This is a lovely way to express life's reality, Debbie...lest we have any illusions! #7 ~ Regards // paul

Anne-Lise Andresen March 7, 2016 at 4:09 AM - A great poem, Debbie - Best wishes for a lovely new week :) - hugs // Anne-Lise :)

Ravi Sathasivam March 6, 2016 at 10:51 PM Excellent. Well penned. Enjoyed reading it. Thanks for sharing it.