My Lifetime Masterpiece In Writing
Atop The Table
'an empty verse'
and empty hands
~understand~
The glass in hand
can drown out ten-
thousand and ten;
Hearts,
~emptiness~
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looking for
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(Oh, Holy Nights)
on bend-ed knee
enlightened to see,
Ten Drops from the Glass
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I ponder great love
and then I let it go
(Boomerang)
Hands,
(the)
Masters Hand
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A parade o'er
Parodies'
"'atop'"
"The Table"
Inspired by a reply to comment: 3/6/2012
~ "Slowly Ascending The Steps Unto Once Upon A Times Familar Front Door~
Seems As Though But Yesterday When It's Newness Held Such Vibrancy, Colours & Laughter~
Love Filled The Hallways Leading Into Many Different Rooms; Some Were Hidden~ A Vacancy Sign Now Posted Upon The Curtainless Window; Inside My Heart~
Spring Melting These The Last Winters Remnants Of Snow Left Amid The Blizzard~ Winds
Whispering Through The Trees; Flowers Bending In This Their Wake~ With A Single Rose Sitting Atop An Empty Table Past The Glass, Aside A Note~ Time, Beckoning
From The Street; Leaving A Bottle Of Champagne At The Threshold~ Wrapped
With A Red Bow And Turning To Make My Way; Beyound The Rainbows." Love John!:)
Love you,
Merry Christmas! :)
Lucinda
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