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Sepia Dreaming
By Leith Plunkett
She dreams of him in shades of sepia
like some antique photo
of a forgotten love
She dreams of the pebbles he threw
softer than snow flakes
that touched lips with the window to her heart
She dreams her life with eyes wide open
Her heart weeping crimson
like a nightmare left longing for a dream
She dreams of chiselled marble
Polished stone dressed the shades of sepia
Autumn tears falling
Filling the words
“In loving memory”
*Thankyou Narcissa for the line (like a nightmare left longing for a dream)
once written as a comment for another poem of mine*
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© 2009 Leith Plunkett
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On Tuesday, December 12, 2017, Cassette
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wrote:
sepia toned memories....
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A former member wrote:
this is another one of those writes that come with so much more than the words on display,...visuals are an aesthetic compliment to any work for me,..i dont get to choose which 'reads' do and dont come with,....and this did.
She was beautifully worn from life,..it was winter and she was leaning on the post and rail of a canal pier,..the pink rings around her eyes would be lead to believe it was from the crisp air and its effects,...but even upon the warmest of days her eyes would s.well at his memory,....beautiful capture....and hey,...sori mate but you'll always be Leith Plunkett to me,..the most earnest of dark poets.
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A former member wrote:
I like the imagery, there is once again a sort of irony embedded within... the stones, cast tenderly. The kissing flakes... cold against the heart. Shut out... like the last line, in memorandum solo. very artistic read.
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On Friday, February 13, 2009, Leith Plunkett
(239) wrote:
I am amazed how much you decipher from my works. Emotion is raw and really beyond words and quite often never really understood just felt. I love how you pick out the double meanings/feelings, there is a lot of deletion of words/lines to get the end result. Thanks again :-)
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A former member wrote:
..the way you reiterate the effect. . .like the gentle flapping of butterfly wings, the imagery and 'she dreams' strophes hold sway and power so fluttery--a heartbeat---a velvet unveiling of soemthing that lives just behind the eyes...just beyond the realm of vision....for some reason, this felt like a flower, opening, but knowing full well its wilting is impending soon. .. . and still she opens....she dreams. ... a slight grey stone.tone of beauty here. with longing..+ness
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On Thursday, February 12, 2009, The Lipstick Factor
(290) wrote:
Well, well worth the wait. Welcome back. This is stunning--too much beauty and imagery in the first line to be able to comment with adequacy. The last stanza is heart breaking. Kudos--wonderful write.
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A former member wrote:
good write, glad to see you up and writing again. :)
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