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As ancient rains wash over me.....
I would die, this I am sure...... 
if not for the light of poetry.....

how i feellight verse

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Robert Johnson

August 14, 2013 at 11:56 AM

Paper and pen, again and again. Until we're out of ink. I might not die if not for these. But I don't really want to think. Peace. :)

Debbie Duncan

August 14, 2013 at 8:50 PM

Thank ya Robert ;}

Andrea Dietrich

July 8, 2013 at 7:20 AM

back here to tell you thanks so much for reading my older poems. Not many people take the time to do that. Wish I had more time to explore more of YOUR poems but I think I can see all your poems easily within a month if I keep commenting to you the way I am doing all the time!! have a great Monday. I am back to work today and NOT looking forward to it!!

Debbie Duncan

July 8, 2013 at 1:17 PM

I think we should read holder ones or should I say " all" of a persons work ;}

Andrea Dietrich

June 28, 2013 at 7:13 PM

wow. so simple but so GOOD.

Debbie Duncan

June 29, 2013 at 3:47 PM

Thank you Andrea ;}

Kate Wilderson

June 23, 2013 at 6:26 AM

Lovely! So much said in so few words... :)

Debbie Duncan

June 23, 2013 at 9:52 AM

thank you Kate ;}

Suzanne Delaney

June 17, 2013 at 4:27 PM

Lovely words from your mind and pen. Congrats on your Lifetime Membership. SuZ

Debbie Duncan

June 17, 2013 at 4:31 PM

Thank you Suzy ;}

Allan Koven

June 17, 2013 at 10:04 AM

A relief in the writing is it not? Many of us feel the same way. Seems there are few other ways to express what our emotions say.

Debbie Duncan

June 17, 2013 at 4:26 PM

True Allen, very true ;}

Phyllis Babcock

June 6, 2013 at 9:04 PM

Lovely write on poetry.Thanks for your comments. love phyl

Debbie Duncan

June 11, 2013 at 5:49 PM

thank you phyl ;}

Duke Beaufort

June 6, 2013 at 7:24 PM

You are a lovely person with beautiful thoughts to share. I will be thinking about this little poem which says so much from this day on. In my dream, by the way, I sort of had the feeling I may have been looking at myself as a child or one of my own children. I am not sure. I wrestle with the challenge of owning things and the toll it takes on the beauty and simplicity that is such a noble part of life. Real riches are all internal and we are all somewhat impoverished in part. Later!

Debbie Duncan

June 6, 2013 at 8:47 PM

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Cherl Dunn

June 6, 2013 at 7:24 PM

Short sweet and two the point nicely done.

Debbie Duncan

June 6, 2013 at 8:48 PM

I thank you ;}

Duke Beaufort

June 6, 2013 at 7:17 PM

I like the concept of "ancient rains" dear Debbie. First, thank you for your comment. I am always very grateful for your "visits". You have a lot of appeal, and your company is very welcome. You have a way of making me feel appreciated. Now back to "ancient rains". I am almost sure these are the items that flood our brains. So for us (if I may be so bold), poetry is our therapy. Freud had a comment about poets--something to the effect that poets know things before anyone else.

Debbie Duncan

June 6, 2013 at 8:47 PM

Freud just might be right , ;}