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Post by AquarianM on Nov 16, 2015 5:04:59 GMT -5
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Post by AquarianM on Nov 16, 2015 5:16:45 GMT -5
Poem text for any having trouble with the graphics:
Writing Paris...
It's taken me a couple of days,
Mon cherie.
Horror doesn't filter through quickly.
It clogs,
It stains,
It leaves dirt all over your soul.
I remember a day years ago,
Dark like this,
The smoke and the flowers,
The candles and lights,
The photos on the walls,
The anguish and anger.
I was never immune.
My poetry raged at first,
The page stained with anger and bitterness,
Whispers to the angels,
Boiling blood and chilled heart.
But you know it,
Most of you,
Down in your bones.
I know it's hard,
I stand with you and weep with you,
Put an arm around your shoulders,
The empathy of sad experience.
But you know it,
Most of you,
Down in your bones.
Two bombs don't make a ressurection.
I will light a candle and sing with you,
Raise your colors to the long night,
Pray for your ghost...
...And beg you not to.
Paris,
Lovely,
Paris don't follow our steps.
AquarianM
By: Daniel A. Stafford
(C) 11/15/2015
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Post by PoetOfSerendipity on Jul 6, 2016 0:40:44 GMT -5
I just got back from Paris.. and took a river cruise from Paris to Normandy.. incredible the history, art, and the D-Day beaches.
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Post by AquarianM on Jul 11, 2016 23:22:56 GMT -5
Sounds like a wonderful trip. Kind of lonely & quiet in this forum, but I stop in and log in every now & then just to keep it from getting deleted on us.
Dan
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