Group: Gold Member
Posts: 399
Joined: 11-April 13
From: Australia - The great Southern Land
Member No.: 5,178
Real Name: Maureen Clifford
Writer of: Poetry
Referred By:arnfinn
I saw a star and followed it its sparkle drew me on. I wore a mask so none would see behind it - hope had gone. Love stole my heart I recollect I paid the tax and more to free myself from purgatory... I had been there before but thought this would be different. What a fool I was for sure; must have been drunk on Burgundy. No champagne - did I pour. The first time I was twenty we were both joined at the hip. The last time I was sixty and I thought 'twould be a snip to share life and love together an adventure it would be. I was wrong, and once more wear the mask. I'll share no more of me.
Words used - star love stole tax recollect burgundy snip twenty mask sparkle
Group: Gold Member
Posts: 11,722
Joined: 15-June 07
From: Springfield, Louisiana
Member No.: 446
Real Name: Larry D. Jennings
Writer of: Poetry & Prose
Referred By:Just wondered in.
Hey Maureen,
So nice to read you once more and to see you at MM. Such a delightful read although somewhat sad. Hope this wasn't from your lifetime.
Come back more often and join in the fun.
Larry
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When power leads man toward arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the areas of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of his existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.
John Fitzgerald Kennedy
Kindness is a seed sown by the gentlest hand, growing care's flowers.