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La Soir, Evening

It's been a beautiful day!
My being swims in the lotus poetry
Of souls penned true lamentations!
I can feel their lachrymose tears on
my soul's pages.

A poem has its own heart that can
without, a key.... open mine.
And pour its wisdom into my silky fine,
living, heart that becomes thine.
To remain forever, till the end of time.


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Gregory Richard Barden

May 27, 2019 at 3:51 PM

Oh, this reminded me of my precious Cocker Spaniel, (gone now about fifteen years), the happiest little dog I've ever known ... before he died he was blind, deaf, and had horrible skin condition, but still as happy as a child in the rain ... he was all black, and I named him "Ce Soir", (though he was brighter than the sunshine!). ;-) <3

Panagiota Romios

May 27, 2019 at 5:27 PM

Took care is my daughter's blind spaniel for thee years. He had trouble walking, too. I cried when he passed. I am sorry you lost your spaniel. Love spaniels...,)). Panagiota

Gregory Richard Barden

May 27, 2019 at 3:47 PM

This is just gorgeous, Panagiota, and it is going into my favs! If it helps at all, I NEVER feel good enough ... to be here or ANYwhere. As soon as I post a poem I start taking it apart, and if not for the positive feedback I get here I would have stopped long ago. I have thought of leaving as well, many times, (for no place is perfect), but the friendships here are priceless, and that's most important to me. I have so much to learn, but these friendships are gold. Blessings to you, Friend! :-)

Panagiota Romios

May 27, 2019 at 5:21 PM

Thank you for the comment on the poem. I am your twin. I post and then I think it's awful Some I have removed, they were mot poetry. You are right. No place is perfect. I try not to look for comnents anymore. That's a disaster but those that have, kept me here. Keep blessing me.)) I also have to eat and sleep.have not been doing that. Just became addicted to posting and commenting. Not very bright of me, eh? Thank you for eminding me of the friendships.Panagiota.

Gershon Wolf

May 26, 2019 at 10:49 PM

Love the (implied) comparison of the soul's pages to the poem's heart...Elevated pen here, my friend. :) gw

Panagiota Romios

May 26, 2019 at 11:12 PM

Greshon, you are such an insipiration. Some Poems for me anyway have no heart or person . Just nice words on papers sans persona. Not all but far too many. I can't read them anymore. I know when a poem is an emty room. It's a horrid feeling, Panagiota Soupmail coming.