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A substantive edit of a previous write. Seems more relevant given my present situation.

i wait at the river for the cry of the loon                                                                        from below  in the muck  reeds  grow tall  there are no lips that will draw music  from these clarinet dwellers the moon above is glued in place nailed in to its spot holding on to a piece of the bedtime sky  a hand descends from above cuts the trapped moon down to a sliver leaving the twilight mostly blind the little dipper reminds me of a rocking chair my favourite star shines just a little dimmer i'm getting old time passes  does so  uninvited  quiet is my flow of sand stressed beyond reason my emotions are stretched passed their limit the choice has always been mine i have not lived the life i was gifted wide awake in the after dark with all the usual players the wolf with his cool stance  dressed in a zoot suit  snapping his beatnik fingers wooing the maiden night the lynx with a fluid stride plays  the ground like bongo drums  negotiates the air like brushes on snares there is a chasm of nurtured colours  engulfing me in its rich deep tones having stood here longer then i know i inhale my time in tiny puffs i am void of the sanity i once possessed i happily dismissed that blurry concept a long time ago i live every moment as fully as my strength allows all the living at the river and its surrounding land add their breath to the natural air of the eventide  i breathe in the chill of the nightfall air  and i  i wait at the river for the cry of the loon

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Date: 5/11/2022 11:28:00 PM
Very compelling Maurice, you ride the inflow Of emotive reflection in this, pouring back To the reader, the grains and strands of your Realizations and gains.' A soul well expressed.' I am richer for this encounter.) God bless.'
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Date: 10/29/2021 5:01:00 PM
Great job. This flows very well, and the theme is right on point. Blessings always!
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Date: 8/21/2021 7:28:00 AM
The lines of this searing write move the reader in the lost cries of hope, of life not fully tapped in richness. Excellent free verse. Best wishes, Brian
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Date: 7/17/2020 9:04:00 PM
I started reading this the other day and had to get offline. Back to say it is a marvelous poem, my friend!
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Date: 3/12/2020 2:42:00 PM
Hello Marice Yvonne, I would also stand by the river and wait for the loonies I love the sound of the loonies. A very relaxing sound for me. have a nice day my friend. xx
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Date: 3/10/2020 4:05:00 PM
..."i am void of the sanity i once possessed i happily dismissed that blurry concept a long time ago i live every moment as fully as my strength allows...", emphathetically felt. A sad, honest, beautiful poem. One must listen to one's own heart and mind as to the road one must choose, or detour. I would be very interested in reading the substantive story, perhaps there amongst those words, further wisdom to be learned. Leanne x
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Date: 3/10/2020 8:44:00 AM
Such beauty rises out of the melancholy.
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Date: 3/9/2020 10:15:00 PM
Beautiful verse, Maurice, I love the line, " i inhale my time in tiny puffs " & "the wolf with his cool stance dressed in a zoot suit snapping his beatnik fingers wooing the maiden night." I'd forgotten the cartoon of the Wolf. Hugs Eve
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Date: 3/9/2020 7:12:00 PM
a thought provoking piece Armand, I have to say I too live every moment as my strength allows - hubbies cancer and subsequent radiotherapy last yr has been a kick up the backside - keep on living my friend and penning your amazing free verse:-) hugs Jan xx
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Date: 3/9/2020 3:47:00 PM
This made me smile. "the wolf with his cool stance  dressed in a zoot suit  snapping his beatnik fingers wooing the maiden night" - especially this part.
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