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Lost Eternal

FLOATING
Like embers smoke wrought;
Ashen faces turn to stone,
And songbirds silent gaze
Upon less fortunate hearts
.... As dreams drift by

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Moonbee Canady

November 25, 2009 at 3:24 AM

The Title, The Poem ... Deep as Well As Beautiful and Sad For The Poor Soul Too Late ... (The Pleading-Pied Piper Won't Wait - Forever) ... MoonBee

Jared Pickett

November 24, 2009 at 12:03 AM

This one here is a beauty James... Excellent.... Being added as a fav, JMG.....:JP]

Courtney Dyer

November 23, 2009 at 8:22 PM

I love how you were able to covey your thoughts with few words. Very impressive!

Donna Golden

November 21, 2009 at 12:35 PM

Fabulous piece, Jimbo! You've created a vivid sense of sadness and doom. Hugs, Donna

Joyce Johnson

November 14, 2009 at 2:23 PM

I can see your dreams floating by in pretty words. Thanks for your comments. Love, Joyce

Doris Culverhouse

November 14, 2009 at 12:02 PM

enjoyed reading today, thanks for the entertainment!!

Bri Brown

November 12, 2009 at 11:48 PM

this is a really good poem. Heres one for you. "Im left with nothin as darknee sweeps over, my life completely" hope you like it! cuz i liked yours

Debbie Guzzi

November 12, 2009 at 4:30 PM

very errie! I LIKE it! Ophelia! Lenore!You go guy! Light & Love

Sara Kendrick

November 11, 2009 at 5:36 PM

Interesting descriptiveness here. Keep writing. Sara

P Sheart

November 10, 2009 at 4:57 PM

Hi Jimbo, I feel like that sometimes. Very emotional, enlightening,and spiritual. My kind of poetry! Excellent use of imagery, I felt like I was floating as I was reading it, smile.Take care my friend. Love Light Patty

Moonbee Canady

November 10, 2009 at 9:27 AM

This Poem is Beautiful in its pathos ... It Reminds me of Loved Ones Visit to A Beloved One's Gravesite ... (or like so much of a hope or a dream out of reach)... Beautiful Words of Deep Thought ... Your Poet-Friend, MoonBee