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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

Date: 2/12/2017 9:20:00 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

Date: 12/22/2016 8:27:00 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

Date: 11/29/2016 10:15:00 PM

A fine write Debbie. Well done. God Bless, JB

Michelle Mac Donald

Date: 11/18/2016 3:36:00 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

Date: 10/7/2016 1:11:00 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

Date: 8/27/2016 4:32:00 PM

Good write here Debbie, the last lines speak volumes.'

Duke Beaufort

Date: 8/19/2016 2:00:00 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

Date: 5/27/2016 11:01:00 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

Date: 5/17/2016 7:08:00 AM

Life in a nutshell beautifully done dear, Debbie!

Skat A

Date: 5/16/2016 10:24:00 PM

ha, you are amazing at what you do. SKAT

Poet Destroyer A

Date: 5/14/2016 2:50:00 PM

Debbie, I do love the illusions of your expression... linda

John Fleming

Date: 5/14/2016 1:49:00 PM

Very well expressed, Debbie! My very best regards this beautiful May evening. :) john P.s A seven.

Duncan Chappell

Date: 4/22/2016 3:23:00 PM

Beautiful simply beautiful lots love xxx

Don Johnson

Date: 3/9/2016 2:41:00 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.