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How often that a 'dark' moment of thought can relay the muse within the best and least of US... of the many works you have posted this perhaps provides a 'tell' of the internal battle which we will all face... that "time" reveals to all of US the truth of "Life's bitter gaze"... In this moment of my own reflections, I find myself with you as friend... in this subject... in search for "some better phrases, sparkling with new light"... and morbidly finding none... each phrase of this work... and very much each line and mood of thought reflect within my life some moment, event, and/or person... quite the catch Rory... of my many foul balls hit... all of the best from this life, to you, and all of your relations... Michael.
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"a situation which then touches me somehow"... the well from which all aspiring bards drink... I have found the best of words from such sources... many here at the spring of gp... your particular work brings to me the immediate... having watched the waning of many a better man to the humbling reality of dying flesh... however, many of the internal thoughts within our works do bleed of our own experiences, our own fears, our own morbid dreams... One would think that the celebration of life would be to revel in the happiness of the earthly body... the possibility of fellowship, friendship, and humble sharing... these seem such impossibilities within the boundarys of these times and the current situation in the US... should the progeny of these current time aristocrats experience just a touch of what you describe in your comments... a smidge of humanity... perhaps things would change for the positive... glum this thought though... when these minions fear only the smudge of bad press, and not what 'they' are really due... "friends who gradually come less and less often"... so too truth, when the game is one of the sopping of half-pennies from the masses of those who are mired under the oppressive nature of the human condition... what is experienced through a good read... and what is experienced through a living condition... can evoke such similar patterns of thought... Thanks again for your words... and I am happy to learn that your essence is whole and fluorishing... all of the best from this life, to you, and all of your relations... Michael.
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My fav in the forum, too. fond regards, D.
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The words best fit their places in each line and the rhymes easily fall into place with each nerve-pull leaving the reader with that feeling of pleasurable pain. I can always feel a touch of mastery in your piece, Rory. Nice one
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I like your new avatar!
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You've done yourself proud with this poem Rory. The meter makes it wonderful to recite. Regards Lindsay
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