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The Ring


Hanging in the mist of watery tears
 the ring
 a token of promise
Of things that were to come
etched upon her broken heart
Un-kept promises
gently die
the paradise promised, gone
the ring
 burning in her grasp
 Slowly slipped into the past.

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Andrea Dietrich

October 15, 2011 at 2:02 AM

Phyllis,I am always amazed when I locate one that I have not read! HEre is an example and I really like it. At first I thought it might be a ring like a rainbow in a waterfall. Or it is her wedding ring. I was wanting to see it thrown into water! So how are you today? I can't believe I got on just now!! I was just going to use the time to write,but now that I am actually on here, I better do comments. Luv, Andrea

Judy Ball

August 11, 2011 at 2:17 PM

This is a good but sad write my friend. Excellent imagery and emotion. God Bless, JB

Charles Melody Lightning Ink

August 10, 2011 at 6:49 AM

silhouette of a broken home.. this is your greatest poem dear mama. A fav.

Linda-Marie Sweetheart

August 7, 2011 at 4:01 PM

a fascinating portrait of lost luv and expectations exploding into the wind from unkept promises Phyl.. something different for u luv and it is masterpiece creativity .. enjoying your Sunday I hope as we trudge along PS.. I have no member page access or much of anything else..oh..