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twenty~three

night mazes
twist and turn

I hug walls
of dark torment

seeking signs
and golden threads

childishly following
truthful light shepherds

believing everything
fearing nothing

peace ~ rene

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  1. Vodka MomMarch 11, 2010 at 6:06 PM

    i loved it.

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  2. GinnyMarch 11, 2010 at 7:46 PM

    Very cool 23 words, Rene! Now, tell me, WHEN are you going to get published?! When I read this lovely poem, your countdown to spring was eight days and 23 hours! Must be something to that, don't you think?! Btw, we have to figure out a way to meet. Work gets in my way of doing all the things I'd like to, but maybe in the summer when you're off school... Until then, keep writing.

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  3. Brian MillerMarch 11, 2010 at 7:50 PM

    nice. 23 is quiet the challenge...stay child like...

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  4. Cygnus MacLlyrMarch 11, 2010 at 8:31 PM

    Hugging not stone walls... 'specially damp, cool ones! ech!

    Salinte!

    C.

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  5. Wendyburd1March 12, 2010 at 1:32 AM

    Okay, this is all my fault I admit it. But people are thinking I am no longer reading them and so I don't want them to read ME and COMMENT, and I DO! I AM still reading you and I will start commenting again I promise!

    I got into a bad rhythm when I started having so much computer problems, I started not commenting thinking most my comments were probably lame and not wanted, but i see that was a mistake and want to rectify that NOW. I am going to get back to my Comment-Whoring ways...that is Kristina's phrase remember that, LOL, and so come back to me my friends, I NEVER left you, I just got way too comfy with Google Reader and read you there!! I LOVE my bloggy friends!!

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  6. UnknownMarch 12, 2010 at 6:25 AM

    I never left you Wendy!
    And I'm all about the irie...
    there is no pressure here to comment or even read my blog.
    I do this mainly for me :)

    Peace ~ Rene

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  7. Irish GumboMarch 12, 2010 at 6:28 AM

    I can see that light, but I'm not sure I am ready to follow, or if I can at all...

    Powerful and beautiful, Rene. (bowing)

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  8. Fragrant LiarMarch 13, 2010 at 8:17 PM

    Oooo, that was all dark and twisty.

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  9. Enchanted OakMarch 14, 2010 at 12:40 PM

    Ha! Layers of meaning here. Both 23 words and a few references to the 23rd Psalm. The Lord is my shepherd...though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death I will fear no evil...

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  10. AnonymousMarch 15, 2010 at 9:08 AM

    Miss,
    Please pardon my intrusion. I only wish to tell you how much I enjoy your poetry. Actually it's very alluring and enchanting. I hope those two words are still viable and appropriate in today's world. Poetry has a way with me as no other literary form.
    Kindest Wishes

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  11. MichaelMarch 23, 2010 at 10:55 PM

    I must be dumb as I don;t get this one. But i love the words and just how you write.

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  12. UnknownMarch 24, 2010 at 7:19 PM

    Mmm...an interpretation on the
    23rd Psalm in 23 words.
    You are not dumb. Anyone who has seen your art will agree with me :)

    Peace ~ Rene

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  13. MichaelMarch 28, 2010 at 10:17 PM

    Oh, well thanks REne, now I really feel dumb. LOL. I see the connection now. Thanks for the comment though. Hee.

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