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In the dark light of this winter morn, I see
The clothes that I am expected to wear
(Though, maybe, the fault of illusion lies with me)
From overuse, have become threadbare

        Nothing there…

In a cloak of blue, I steal through these lanes
Measuring myself, roughly, for something new
A suit of humour, to cover my pain
A coat of hope, to stop the doubt shining through

        Do not fit true…

This protective subterfuge cannot last long
So, with the aura of my old hide, around me spread
(Without my own skin I feel so wrong)
In this cloth that is woven from transparent thread

        Words, unaltered, from my head…must soon be said…

Copyright © | Year Posted 2008




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Date: 12/2/2008 1:15:00 PM
Hello Nigel Wow! Still waters run deep with knowing. I was captivated from start to finish. Love the last line.I once honored the thought that awareness was a natural state of being but I've been proven wrong time and time again. It's a heck of a lot of work.I guess it's in the balance right. This makes one think which is always good! Take care Love Light Truth Patricia
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Date: 11/26/2008 11:48:00 PM
what would you say if i told you i found a pair of prayer hands, a bible with my dead uncles name in it, a picture of mary, a pair of old rosarys, and a saints like calender. all in the same place at different times. good luck? this poem moved me off my foundations. great write.
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Date: 11/26/2008 6:50:00 PM
This was so beautiful, makes me think. Thank you for your wonderful comments on my poems, I appreciate them. Blessings, ~Michaela~
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Date: 11/26/2008 4:05:00 PM
thank you for this beautiful poem..words from your head are some of the the most beautiful on this site. BG Dont know How I missed this earlier..sometime between making the pies and th stuffing I guess. BG
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Date: 11/26/2008 9:06:00 AM
This is a powerful poem. Much to think about in your words. This is a wonderful poem! I left a thank you and explanation for you and others on my poem "Dancing". Happy Thanksgiving! Karen
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Date: 11/26/2008 7:49:00 AM
This is one of your best, Nigel. So many of us can find our own souls through your words... our outer selves wearing that protective suit, that isn't our true selves.. This one runs deeply within. ~ love, Carrie
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Date: 11/26/2008 6:54:00 AM
Okay Nigel I want to say something other than another great write, but I would be lying, so my friend you have done it again. I hope the voice in the poem won't find it hard to release those words. This filled with a heaviness that the voice in the piece has to unload. I can feel the enormous weight that the voice is carrying around. I would love to know the aftermath. Great job!..did you change your name to Jack and did Christie become Ting?
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Date: 11/26/2008 6:02:00 AM
Nigel this is very emotional and very deep. God bless you. Micahael
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Date: 11/26/2008 5:22:00 AM
Love your poetry Nigel. This indeed sounds serious from within the depths of heart and soul. The truth must and always will come out. Hope it sets you free. Love, Shar
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Date: 11/26/2008 3:49:00 AM
Sean! Always the card. lol I can really relate to this, as I never ever feel at ease in anything other than my own. and that last line? Yes...ah, yes. thank the good Lord above for these bare words of heart and soul. love, Kristin
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Date: 11/26/2008 3:46:00 AM
Mmmmmm !! , Nice 3 piece you've made here , Nigel ... Like the ref. to " suit of humour and coat of hope"..... Watch out for the inside-leg measuring !!! .....
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