Idioms of March by NothingNess

Writers • Abstract • posted on Mar 01, 2007

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Being despondent You and I know Isn't a crime It's just that fate has Us walking parallel lines Speak to me in riddles I'll answer in rhymes This was how things began This is how they will end I remember every word said Words we so carefully unhinged The back and forth exchange Phrases and idioms set free Drifting on the North wind All the colors and textures Still remain deep within me Tell me where you began Show me where I end As always, as a thousand Times from the long ago Twin icicles melt in the sun Droplets ripple - fill the pool There suffused and renewed Go forth - begin again

Comments (8)

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Storm9167

6:59PM | Thu, 01 March 2007

Great poetry Leah, I wish I was half as talented with word's.. People in general are a riddle for me, lol don't think I'll ever figure them out!!

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DennisReed

10:32PM | Thu, 01 March 2007

Bravo!

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eternalwytch1

4:49AM | Fri, 02 March 2007

Beautiful babes!!

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mamabobbijo

11:25AM | Fri, 02 March 2007

Beautifully crafted symbolism. Well written. BJ

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TallPockets

2:23AM | Sat, 03 March 2007

In my next life I hope to be what you are - a REAL writer. Excellent, young lady! My best, T.P.

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meico

2:07PM | Mon, 05 March 2007

Exquisite phaseolgy and metaphor ... Wondefully expressed hymn to connections. Mike

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auntietk

8:22PM | Tue, 06 March 2007

This has a good feel to it. Very nice!

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HappyDance

5:27PM | Thu, 08 March 2007

I remember every word said<< We do, do they? Rarely. It is a strange thing to love another so that each word is catalogued without even a thought... it is instinct. >>Words we so carefully unhinged<< I love these words together... so truly lovely. >>All the colors and textures Still remain deep within me Tell me where you began Show me where I end<< This is what IT is... I know this place so well. I can recall its every feature. You illuminate that space with an economy of words. Thank you for sharing.