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stained midnight

you knew the light
bent it in your favour
& leapt gracefully
across hearts

cheeks and shoulders
rouged chromatic
incandescent
pretending

the dark
had no claim
over your lonely
clumsy soul

Rene ~ February 2012
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  1. Fred MillerFebruary 12, 2012 at 10:42 PM

    Pretending is the first step in conquering anything.

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  2. Pat-Mather Brown Gordon-ceton February 12, 2012 at 10:46 PM

    love the stretch and bend imagery.

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  3. JinksyFebruary 13, 2012 at 5:45 PM

    pretending
    the dark had no claim
    on your lonely clumsy soul

    And perhaps bravery will follow the pretense? :)

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  4. Crystal PistolFebruary 14, 2012 at 12:58 AM

    I tend to feel we all have clumsy souls. I do. I am always trying to make sense of things in life. I never quite do. There is so much mystery in ourselves and even those we know best.

    Lovely poem.

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  5. HelenFebruary 14, 2012 at 11:28 AM

    They say 'lighting is everything' for a good reason ... nice Mag!

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  6. Brian MillerFebruary 14, 2012 at 5:44 PM

    swear i commented on this one the other day....the darkness is there for us all...as much as we deny it...smiles.

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  7. Pat HattFebruary 14, 2012 at 7:10 PM

    It lurks about all around, but to each the light must be found. Wonderful verse.

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  8. HelenaFebruary 15, 2012 at 2:43 PM

    We could all use a guiding light. Help fathom life's dark times.

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  9. Tess KincaidFebruary 15, 2012 at 5:03 PM

    Fascinating opening line...wow...love it...

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  10. Sherry Blue SkyFebruary 18, 2012 at 3:52 PM

    This one really grabs me, Rene. The image of the "lonely clumsy soul" is so poignant. Good one, kiddo!

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