Thursday, November 4, 2010

Magpie 38




Once tangible proof, now shaddow shrouded relic
Solitary desecrated stone of aging distant memory
A life past lived, perhaps loved, then lost...
What stories you hold within your marbled casing
Secret tales yet no one hears the whispered telling

11 comments:

  1. Love this tangible proof... surely loved, don't you think?

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  2. Such secrets, encased in stone. Beautiful, Steve.

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  3. hopefully the history lives on in someones lineage and heart

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  4. Thankyou all for taking the time to visit and for all your wonderful comments.
    This is my first effort at poetry of any sort so I do feel very encouraged to continue...
    Once again thankyou
    I will endeavour to pop around to visit your blogs over the coming months and leave a comment...not that I profess to know much about poetry but at least I can say Hi!

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  5. "...yet no one hears the whispered telling."

    Lovely indeed. I'm thrilled you're doing this!

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  6. This is great! It makes me give pause to what those tales might be.

    Teresa

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