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. . . physics of absence . . .
By NikesRain
it's like watching leaves on water
the slow dance of turning
an inner swirling of loss
with outward serenity
so quietly masking and graceful
almost drifting in carefree languidity
i wonder if
anyone sees
the weight of the wind
or how it moves
and weaves
eclipsing the melancholy
within my step
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Copyright 2012 NikesRain
Published on Thursday, March 15, 2012.
Filed under: "Reflective" and
"Poetry"
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On Sunday, March 18, 2012, FadedBlues
(2168)
wrote:
Dear Doe, if I said it before, I'm repeating: your poems sparkle, and sullen days should not be the burden of 1 whose poems sparkle. (feel better)
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On Friday, March 16, 2012, dwells
(4284) wrote:
Any sailor knows the weight of the wind, of which you speak so superbly.
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On Thursday, March 15, 2012, Blood Saga
(81) wrote:
I love your word choice, especially the last stanza. This is really very beautiful; I can definitely relate.
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A former member wrote:
I love this! It felt like a twisting turning poem, your word usage is excellent!
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On Thursday, March 15, 2012, FadedBlues
(2168) wrote:
...we find poems in our study of nature...& if we listen carefully, the answers to our wondering...
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A former member wrote:
I have wondered the same thing. This an excellent write for sure. Bravo!
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