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Yet I Cling

Blue
twinges 
of lament
cast gaunt shadow
o’er my dreadful  pang
as a grim mist segued
into dark claustrophobic 
cantons where rabid zeal of hearts
once smouldered from magma’s deep red vein
Yet I cling to golden dawn recall 
of lazy strolls in lush green mead  
wild sniff of purple heather
neath sun-drenched sky aflame
gusts of joy rippling
froth-rim brook waltz
now toilworn
gaudy
dream

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Date: 12/27/2023 2:22:00 AM
Lovely write intriguing nonet I enjoyed reading your work .
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Date: 12/25/2023 5:46:00 PM
A terrific poem. It is one of the most magically descriptive nonets that I've read on poetry soup.
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Date: 12/25/2023 10:25:00 AM
So poetic. Difficult to do in a nonet. Merry Christmas, Howard
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Date: 12/22/2023 2:29:00 AM
It is delightful to read your work here on soup each visit. The time spent here adds a special dimension to my day. Sara K
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Date: 12/22/2023 4:09:00 AM
Sara, Your comment is very complimentary and graciously received by me. In turn I’d like to reciprocate by saying I feel the same way about your work Howard
Date: 12/19/2023 6:12:00 AM
A FAVE too!
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Date: 12/19/2023 6:11:00 AM
Oh, such poetic beauty, Howard! Your poetry certainly delights the senses. I hope this finds you having a cheerful Irish Yuletide. Your poetry friend across the pond. ~
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