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ampoule
06-26-2008, 09:08 AM
Shelve

When the mystery is gone
you pick up other novels, leaving me,
dog-eared, spine stretched, words used up.
You wanted them, you haunted them, my words,
Pulling them from a well so deep, full of laughing waters, refreshing.
But then, half-way up you let go and as you watched over the side,
One tiny drop splashed against your cheek and you reached for it...
washing me away.

ampoule, June TwentySixth, TwoThousandEight

asilef73
06-26-2008, 09:35 AM
When the mystery is gone
you pick up other novels, leaving me,
dog-eared, spine stretched, words used up.


:bawling: oh this hurts to read! beautifully done, Amp.

PrinceMyshkin
06-26-2008, 09:41 AM
You write poetry, my dear, seemingly as easy as others say "Have a nice day!"

I bet your shopping lists have a certain spontaneous grace to them.

_Shannon_
06-26-2008, 10:00 AM
love the idea of what our books think!!

goldenrod
06-26-2008, 10:14 AM
Often wondered how an abandoned or unread book? feels...now I know!


goldenrod.

ampoule
06-26-2008, 06:00 PM
Now shannon and goldenrod...

Met A Four

You know it...Of course you know it!
I suspect you're only teasing me,
getting me to do.......just this.
'tis true, oh yes, 'tis true,
I never met a four I didn't like.
Perhaps if I'd met a three fourth
or a two third or a one second...
Who's to know?
What's that I hear?
Who dares to say they can read me
like an open set of sheets bound up? ;) :D

ampoule, June TwentySixth, TwoThousandEight

Prince, it's true, I barely have to lift a brain cell. :p

Asilef, you are too kind, but thank you. It was probably more painful to write it. :blush:

goldenrod
06-26-2008, 06:45 PM
A tease indeed! The Devil made me do it!!!:)


goldenrod.

firefangled
06-27-2008, 08:24 AM
Shelve

When the mystery is gone
you pick up other novels, leaving me,
dog-eared, spine stretched, words used up.
You wanted them, you haunted them, my words,
Pulling them from a well so deep, full of lauging waters, refreshing.
But then, half-way up you let go and as you watched over the side,
One tiny drop splashed against your cheek and you reached for it...
washing me away.

ampoule, June TwentySixth, TwoThousandEight

I think I could hear one of your poems blindfolded and know it was yours from the voice of it and the shape of the words in the air. This is so good.

ampoule
06-28-2008, 07:01 PM
I think I could hear one of your poems blindfolded and know it was yours from the voice of it and the shape of the words in the air. This is so good.

You say the nicest things. You make me absolutely giddy. Thank you.

Sweets America
06-29-2008, 03:50 AM
I like it, but to me it really started at the fourth line. I like your imagery. :)

symphony
06-29-2008, 07:25 AM
Another one that moves. But i'd have loved it a bit more had it been without that last "washing me away". Thats just me though, i guess.