Tears for the overlooked

Days fullness of gestures

gleams of meanings

sudden uprisings of rememberings

words and actions take flight

crossing space and time

tranced by listenings

to the manuscripts of the mind

stirred by song and story.

But oh!

the centuries of nights!

◄ outing

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Jemima Jones

Wed 28th Sep 2016 12:10

that it works for you Ray,as you can see,is thanks to Harry.Nice to see you back Rose.Hope you are feeling better.Thanks both and Andy.Jemima.

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Rose Casserley

Mon 26th Sep 2016 13:23

so much I love about this Jems! its one of what I call,'indeterminates'

and without any real beginning or end,yet quite compact.Does that make sense,or shall I confer with my psychiatrist?...............😁


Rose.x

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raypool

Sat 24th Sep 2016 20:05

Nice one, Jemima. To me this translates to the conscious and the subconscious - it's fun and useful if you can blend the two at times to serve you well (just an extra thought). I like the fact that the nights are not elaborated on leaving it to the imagination. That works for me !

Ray

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Jemima Jones

Fri 23rd Sep 2016 22:30

what should have been deadly obvious to me Harry,but was'nt (for some strange reason) is a fantastic suggestion.Thank you.Jemima.

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Harry O'Neill

Fri 23rd Sep 2016 19:44

Jemima,
Can`t help feeling that that final word should be nights.

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