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Two notes

Before the wise soul,
sits the hirsute poet

He sits in wait
for the wise soul’s
mighty fount of wet black
to quash,
the two hands
the two hearts
the two smiles;
the two notes which share
the same pitch

*fount of wet black: fountain pen                                  

Copyright © | Year Posted 2013

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Date: 2/12/2015 2:45:00 PM
You had me going with the 'wet black' James, thanks for the footnote..' got a 'pensive' vibe from this..
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Date: 4/20/2013 8:34:00 AM
This piece look like there are still more story to tell or it ended like that... If this is the case, then it's a sad experience and I sympathized..~A.O
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Date: 3/8/2013 9:47:00 PM
Another very fine verse! Keep that pen going, yes! Always, Laura
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Date: 3/7/2013 11:01:00 AM
Not a bit of it! Fie on the one who would make light of the soul. Hmmmmm? Something like that, maybe? Great stuff, Sir James. Love, daver
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