Tuesday, May 10, 2011

One shot Wednesday

I see his face
a star strewn sky
a kindred spirit of me
I hear his song - a melody crisp
but a soul less rendering of sighs
his eyes are blank - though his hands are rich
and one could fathom not
why his songs are sung with so much thought
his soul having taken flight....

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14 comments:

  1. Brian MillerMay 10, 2011 at 10:02 AM

    ah, nice flow to this one...interesting the connection we develop between people having never really met...or maybe in dream...that is what this speaks to me seeing this face in the sky and feeling that connection...

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  2. Full-On-ForwardMay 11, 2011 at 12:44 AM

    Perfect--this matches my awesome weekend!

    Hugs Young Lady!

    J

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  3. ValerieMay 11, 2011 at 1:42 AM

    Very smooth. I like the flow very much.

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  4. PennyMay 11, 2011 at 3:46 AM

    Very good. Nice flow and a perceptive write.

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  5. ayalaMay 11, 2011 at 3:57 AM

    Beautiful words..."his soul taken flight"..love it!

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  6. dustusMay 11, 2011 at 5:58 AM

    I like how the speaker questions the though provoking aspect of the subject but then answers the question as a flight of soul, and yet the song is "soul less rendering of sighs." Must be a kindred spirit because your poem is thought provoking.

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  7. ClaudiaMay 11, 2011 at 8:29 AM

    i wonder if this is about death..the soul having taken flight...in all the songs it has a sad feeling somehow...

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  8. Maude LynnMay 11, 2011 at 9:15 AM

    "his eyes are blank - though his hands are rich"

    I find that to be such a vivid, intense image.

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  9. BubbaMay 11, 2011 at 9:32 AM

    I wonder about the disconnection between the mind and the soul. Interesting One Shot.

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  10. BeachannyMay 11, 2011 at 10:49 AM

    This has a mystical quality to it; as though the physical shape is staying to inform while the spiritual being has gone on to another plane. Exceptional and deep work. Thank you, Gay

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  11. UnknownMay 12, 2011 at 10:11 AM

    I like that this can translate into the kindred spirit of love with a twin flame or that which lies within us eternally. That is where it took me...thank you ~ Rose

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  12. A Plain ObserverMay 16, 2011 at 8:10 PM

    I'm thinking of someone who has died, but his words still mean a lot

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  13. Felicity Grace TerryMay 17, 2011 at 8:57 AM

    My favourite poem yet, so beautiful it brought tears to my eyes.

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  14. masterymisteryMay 19, 2011 at 3:13 PM

    "a soul less rendering of sighs"

    "eyes are blank - though his hands are rich"

    Excellent metaphors -- I may steal them off you! ;)

    masterymistery at
    cosmic rapture

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