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Image (via Magpie Tales) by Daniel Murtagh


to watch her slip into
the silken night 
longing diaphanous

to boldly witness
such radiant vulnerability
without a claim

to keep her pressed
under glass, instinctual
yet hopelessly dangerous

to know this brutal age 
old ache is to have lived
a life across the threshold

Rene ~ 2013



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  1. AnonymousJanuary 6, 2013 at 1:24 PM

    the last stanaza takes the emoyion and frames it like this battle shield. I liked the power of this one, Rene. it's terrific.

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  2. relJanuary 6, 2013 at 1:40 PM

    Some day, perhaps, the treshold will be breached. Until then furtive glances spur hope.
    rel

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  3. Laurie KolpJanuary 6, 2013 at 1:52 PM

    She doesn't look virginal to me... just sayin'...

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    1. UnknownJanuary 6, 2013 at 1:56 PM

      Hah!
      And where do you think you're going without a bra, Missy?!

      I swear my kid could be going out in a nun's habit and this image is how I would see her :)

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  4. HelenJanuary 6, 2013 at 1:52 PM

    Rene, your poem is amazing. The last line, perfection.

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  5. Brian MillerJanuary 6, 2013 at 2:21 PM

    haha...there is def some strength to your voice in this...and your mention of kids in the comments adds a whole other level...oy...there will come a time of letting go and i am not looking forward to it...smiles...though my son had his first sleep over this weekend..

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  6. Kathe W.January 6, 2013 at 4:32 PM

    fabulous-especially the last stanza

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  7. Audrey Howitt aka DivaloungerJanuary 6, 2013 at 5:59 PM

    I have to say fabulous as well--and yes, especially the last stanza!

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  8. Vodka MomJanuary 6, 2013 at 6:09 PM

    wow......

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  9. kaykualaJanuary 7, 2013 at 6:27 AM

    to know this brutal age old ache
    is to have lived

    Exactly! one gets to know it better having experienced it first hand. Pain or pleasure is up to the individual. But the rules need to be bent a little before that. Nicely Rene!

    Hank

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  10. SueannJanuary 7, 2013 at 8:29 AM

    Well said...nice piece
    Hugs]
    SUeAnn

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  11. AnonymousJanuary 7, 2013 at 11:12 AM

    Nice write!

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  12. Tess KincaidJanuary 7, 2013 at 12:55 PM

    Dangerous, indeed...

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  13. Carrie Van HornJanuary 7, 2013 at 2:25 PM

    That last line is stunning Rene!!

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  14. J Cosmo NewberyJanuary 8, 2013 at 6:49 AM

    "a life across the threshold" - I like that.

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  15. Silent Otto January 8, 2013 at 8:23 AM

    Something very Dorian Gray about this one , Exacting. Thanks Rene

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  16. BerowneJanuary 8, 2013 at 8:55 AM

    Hopelessly dangerous - now that's real danger...

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  17. Buddah MoskowitzJanuary 8, 2013 at 11:43 AM

    "to know this brutal age old ache
    is to have lived
    a life across the threshold"

    Now *that's* poetry. Been there, excellent writing!

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  18. kelvin s.m.January 8, 2013 at 8:23 PM

    ..i like "to keep her pressed under glass"... this alone volumes a wide scope of emotion... smiles...

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  19. AnonymousJanuary 9, 2013 at 12:22 AM

    I enjoyed, and I am straight, lol. I like the voice and presentation. A life across the threshold is an amazing line and could be a great title for your book.

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  20. UnknownJanuary 9, 2013 at 1:05 PM

    How beautifully you illustrate our desire to protect the innocent. Fruitless, in the end, but admirable nonetheless.

    http://www.kimnelsonwrites.com/2013/01/09/youth-on-their-own/

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  21. JANUJanuary 12, 2013 at 7:37 AM

    Beautifully penned.

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  22. Tumblewords:January 12, 2013 at 2:32 PM

    A lifetime in this short piece!

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