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I Told Me So
By Stranger
"Impossible" is just a word
That cowards use
To find each other in a crowd
A heatless, yellow flame
Bright and silent
Consuming nothing save time
Blueprints for a bridge
I will never build
White lines in the sky, in my mind
Somewhere along the way
I lost a ruby, unaware it was in my possession
Though it has stained my hands crimson red
Sometime ago
At my door, forever locked and secure
Your messenger was turned away with dispatch
"Too late" is the scar of hesitation and "regret" its disfigured face
These mirrors, so cruel in their hindsight
Have still proved kinder than "remorse"
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© 2008 Stranger
Published on Wednesday, December 17, 2008.
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On Wednesday, December 31, 2008, Jonas
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wrote:
a marshal and captain of words your horde laying siege to my mind as i try to interpret all the possible lines of attack that an army so arrayed could be capable of and i am set firmly on my back foot as it becomes more and more clear with each and every word that walls long in the building will fall (i will use the fallen stones to make new paths to understanding) we parley in the courtyard of yesterday with a fountain flowing spilling its water on thirsty ground, after long deliberation it seems that though hostilities will end there can be no more than the shakiest illusion of peace.
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On Wednesday, December 24, 2008, Carmina Gitana
(149) wrote:
Every time I see your name pop up here, I get such a frisson of delight and anticipation and you never disappoint. This is a strong, bold poem, richly flavoured with the near-tangible images that are your specialty. The fourth stanza is especially memorable. As for the content, I think most of us could say something similar, but only you can say it like THAT.
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On Wednesday, December 17, 2008, DIATRICUS
(64) wrote:
most eloquent!
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