the meeting

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    the meeting
    black tides
    and sweet white
    tongue loved
    ashes
    mixed and
    made
    aware-
    inside
    flushed cheeks
    ruby red
    invitations with
    words
    unveiled
    and untouched
    personally public
    and
    content-
    obstructed
    intentions
    a default
    to comply
    in-tune and insecure
    eyes exchange
    whispers-
    common ground
    achieved
    subconscious
    tunnel of reserve
    unspoken arrangement
    quietly sustained
    star-crossed and
    floating
    a fate
    decided and unconvinced-
    controlled light
    of blue and brown
    creations connect-
    the fear
    subsides
    time holds
    secrets
    frozen depths
    and broken
    minds
    calm
    collected
    and trembling

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    soulwriter commented on the meeting

    06-08-2009

    The tools of a poet - ah with the right words the reader will always be left "Calm. collected., and trembling". I felt the emotion take steps as I secretly walked along side your worded path. Thank you for inviting others to listen in!
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    AIXA commented on the meeting

    06-07-2009

    Nice poem, very touching lines conecting secretly the secret desires of a couple. Pleasing each other voluntarily, breaking fear apart.
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    Madelynn commented on the meeting

    06-01-2009

    How do you do it! Everything I read of yours,stays with me.You bring such a feeling to the reader.I am in love with your talent.It is so simple and complex within the limits of one line. Each line.Your flow forces the reader to keep on going,right until the very -cool- end.Another awsome piece,my poet sister.
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    HarverTomsson commented on the meeting

    05-23-2009

    Who said that small talk never leads to fun? This one leaves me both shaken and stirred... I'll be the blue, if you'll be the brown, or is blue alreaady taken?
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    kenparme commented on the meeting

    05-06-2009

    This is a great poem with some wonderful lines.Thoughtful and honest.
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    A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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