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typhoon

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speak
in a low
house voice

 leave me
unquiet, silently 
undone

2015-Rene

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  1. AnonymousFebruary 15, 2015 at 12:40 PM

    lovely.

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  2. Theresa MilsteinFebruary 15, 2015 at 1:44 PM

    "Leave me unquiet." Interesting juxtaposition.

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  3. Brian MillerFebruary 15, 2015 at 1:48 PM

    there is a nice intimacy to this....
    whisper to me....undo me...

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  4. AnonymousFebruary 15, 2015 at 1:50 PM

    love this !!

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  5. brudbergFebruary 15, 2015 at 2:28 PM

    There is an intimacy in a whisper... the undone would come for sure.

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  6. keith's ramblingsFebruary 15, 2015 at 2:38 PM

    Shhh..... love it.

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  7. UnknownFebruary 15, 2015 at 3:00 PM

    Oh! Quiet, silently undone. I get it!

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  8. MaryFebruary 15, 2015 at 3:12 PM

    You REALLY manage to write a tight poem in a few lines. Still thinking a bit about 'unquiet' and 'undone.' Nice to see you again!

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  9. KayFebruary 15, 2015 at 3:20 PM

    love this....whispering..x

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  10. 21 WitsFebruary 15, 2015 at 3:49 PM

    Oh yes, the secret is always best kept within one's whisper.

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  11. Jennifer WagnerFebruary 15, 2015 at 4:59 PM

    Powerful and in just a few words. My kind of poem.

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  12. GabriellaFebruary 15, 2015 at 5:23 PM

    Sometimes we need to be able to go through the undone moments alone so as to be able to move on.

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  13. LauraFebruary 15, 2015 at 5:58 PM

    soft steamy passion… love this!

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  14. Sherry Blue SkyFebruary 15, 2015 at 8:25 PM

    Oh, the unquiet and undone say so much in so few lines. Nice to see you, Rene.

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  15. Audrey Howitt aka DivaloungerFebruary 15, 2015 at 8:36 PM

    Yup to all the above--tight write! smiles to you!

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  16. Maria MaineroFebruary 16, 2015 at 2:02 AM

    Feels. . . timely.

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  17. ManiparnaFebruary 16, 2015 at 3:22 AM

    Loved the whisper of 'unquiet' which is leaving it 'undone'... :-)

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  18. Other MaryFebruary 16, 2015 at 7:20 AM

    Perfect. Not a word wasted.

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  19. AnonymousFebruary 17, 2015 at 11:57 AM

    fantastic.

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  20. Carrie Van HornFebruary 17, 2015 at 1:50 PM

    Very sensual and subtle. Nice! :-))

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  21. RommyFebruary 17, 2015 at 3:52 PM

    There's a lovely understatement to this piece.

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  22. 21 WitsFebruary 18, 2015 at 5:29 PM

    ..and all will be well!

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  23. HelenaFebruary 18, 2015 at 5:34 PM

    That touch of serenity.............

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  24. keith's ramblingsFebruary 18, 2015 at 10:17 PM

    Delightful

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  25. Tess KincaidFebruary 19, 2015 at 2:31 PM

    I like the hushed image house voice conjures...

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  26. Optimistic ExistentialistFebruary 21, 2015 at 7:19 PM

    This really has a beautiful power to it...

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