I Knew Her Well

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    I Knew Her Well

    She was the one I dreamed of while crying
    I thought it helped to ease the pain,
    But there was no such thing as easement
    Not in this wretched lost soul a-dying

    She waved as she sailed out of sight
    Wearing a silken adornment o'er her brow
    Throwing kisses, as if to mean she cared.
    Not her, not this beguiling thing of night

    I waved too as she sank out of view
    And smiled with the thought of forever
    without her, could be the best for me
    For now, I was soon to be with love anew.
    Forgive me love for smiling while you
    drift out of my life and rest upon those
    ever-longing heart beats of love no more.

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    Bettysrainbow48 commented on I Knew Her Well

    12-22-2009

    This is a story well told in poem form.I thinkl you did a great job. Keep up the good work.
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    mangeoart

    12/22/2009

    Well, thank you, Betty. That is really kind of you.

    Marsink commented on I Knew Her Well

    11-16-2009

    This is poetry!! The music of words written, weaving a story of melodious melancholy. It also has a resolve of ending anguish to begin a joy expectant future. (those are always the best futures) Thanks for the excursion from the dock and back again. Marck
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    mangeoart

    11/16/2009

    Thank you very much, sir for the comment.

    jademelissa74 commented on I Knew Her Well

    11-11-2009

    The imagery offered is exquisite. The passion shared is unique. I love the way in which you manage to maintain the level of interest throughout the entire poem. This is a great write.
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    mangeoart

    11/11/2009

    well, Miss Jade, I am very honored, and humble to receive such a praise. Thank you.

    lunamarie commented on I Knew Her Well

    11-01-2009

    Dear Mr. Leatherman, I like this ... very much. I only wish the comments to my left were blocked. They are a distraction to me ... Luna
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    mangeoart

    11/04/2009

    Hello, Marie. I'm glad you like it...you can just call me the trash man....

    dahlusion commented on I Knew Her Well

    10-12-2009

    This is an O.K. write, not a really good write or a great write, simply O.K. It is a story that has been told and retold using the same language, imagery, and poetic illustrations time and time again. I would consider this a first-draft in need of throwing out some of the cliche/pedestrian/overly worked lines, and dig deeper into my creative well before calling it a night. Just my thoughts, but, who am I to have thoughts on whose poetry is good or bad, or even worth keeping? i mean, who am I to say anything, cause my poetry is so ordinary.
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    mangeoart

    10/12/2009

    Thanks dah, I'll have to check into some of your poetry and see if I can get some helpful hints.....geo

    The true philosopher and the true poet are one, and a beauty, which is truth, and a truth, which is beauty, is the aim of both.

    Ralph Waldo Emerson, American Poet (1803-1882)

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