a link




unveild promises
masterd pieces of truth
in a bin of discarded light

we - a link in the stacato
played softly on broken pianos

you close to my vibration
and I listen to the mystery unheard
lingering in your broken words




Poetry by kath
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Written on 2007-01-07 at 20:01

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salem
it's very nice text
thanx
2007-01-08


weirdzarun
Wow. That was fantastic. Such a quiet and rippling piece, so gentle but such a stand-out poem! I love the stanza about the proken piano, it made me smile much.
2007-01-08


Zoya Zaidi
This is so lyrically beautiful Kath!

"and I listen to the mystery unheard
lingering in your broken words"

I just love these lines!

(((Hugs)))
Happy New Year!
Love, Zoya
2007-01-07


Dan Cederholm
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Wonderful words Kath!!!

Like it . . Like it . . . and

the broken words . . .

was a promise!!!

The mystery unheard was

the sang you heard . . .

and the time and the promise

would live forever . . .

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2007-01-07



dear Kath, i enjoyed very much this piece of yours...maybe because i used to play the piano a lot in the past, and the parallel you make with a human link remindes me of a certain part of my life...thank you!
Lilly xxx
2007-01-07