October Rust
by Patricia A Boudreau
Wednesday, October 16, 2002
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Lost in silence, sitting here
remembering
the first gold-green of early spring.
So sweet the breeze,
so soft the days of misty bliss,
of memories.
The birth of total trust.
Into the heat, of summer's sun,
the sands of time strewn on a beach
that held the moon so long,
eternity held out a hand
to all who fell
under the spell
of silvery star dust.
But dreamers waken,
broken spells lie dashed
like fragile shells,
the souls they held now vanished,
the bits and pieces fall
then call upon a wintry wind
that swirls to fate's slow waltz,
and dance alone in moonlight
now stained October rust. |
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| Reviewed by - - - - - TRASK |
9/1/2004 |
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Without Dreams (Physical) You Have Nothing But Wintry Wind_
Unique N Different Write Almost romantic!
TRASK |
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| Reviewed by Jerry Andrews |
1/9/2003 |
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| I especially love the last verse, Trish! It just doesn't get any better. I agree with Katy and if you'll take me, I'll live inside your head, too. lol- |
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| Reviewed by Katy Walsvik |
10/26/2002 |
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| I swore Id never do this but it's the right thing to do here.. Micha truly used my words and sentiments here.. otherwise, Im speechless.. you are mesmerizing.. I want to live inside your poems.. I cant think of any other way to put it... god, you're good!! katy. |
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| Reviewed by John Hutchinson |
10/17/2002 |
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| My hat is off to you-once more... |
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| Reviewed by Ted Sheridan (Reader) |
10/17/2002 |
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| very soothing |
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| Reviewed by Micha Julian |
10/17/2002 |
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| Oh, Tricia, God...you, again...oh, you just drew me into the thoughts, the emotion...the memories, and 'eternity held out a hand'...and like fragile shells, the souls they held now vanished', just awed, as usual, see it, feel it, just thanks....so..so good to see you here..yes! |
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| Reviewed by Lady Peg (Reader) |
10/16/2002 |
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Wonderful write...
love the flow. |
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