Monday, March 22, 2010

aura


*
johann's
voice still
feeds her memory

lyrical
whispers swaying
a moonlit room

when
she lifts
her drowsy face

the
veil of
his aura embraces

maria ~
distills loneliness
to a forgotten

dream ...


mia
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http://onesingleimpression.blogspot.com/

29 comments:

  1. She reminds me of myself.

    Very well written mia.

    I hope all is well at your end.

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  2. O! jal pari...exquisitely wonderful to
    hear from you again...all is a beautiful
    dream...merci.

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  3. great flow and mystic here

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  4. merci, sweet sandy...i was unable to leave
    a comment on your lovely poem at your place.

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  5. merci for the mystic, kay.

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  6. Oh, very bitter sweet, but really well done.

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  7. So very beautiful Well done.


    Melanie

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  8. Love the last three lines!

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  9. That distilled loneliness is bitter. This made me ache. Thank you.

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  10. Evoked beautiful images, though it was meant to be sad, all I was left with was beauty and longing!

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  11. This poem is so dreamlike and also very vivid. Nicely written.

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  12. what a lovely aura...beautifully written Mia!

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  13. I enjoyed your poem. Thought, memories, and emotions distilled from a dream. The lingering image of someone's presence can be haunting.

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  14. as life is bittersweet...the bitter makes
    the sweet sweeter...merci robin.

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  15. melanie...a beautiful name...merci

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  16. a most excellent compliment to make one
    ache from a poem i've written...merci mojo

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  17. sister julia & the little one...ahhhh

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  18. aayushi...well...she is not all sad there
    is always a beauty in fondled memories and
    longing...merci

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  19. write girl you always have the nicest
    things to say...merci

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  20. amity ...ever kind to me...merci

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  21. oOo...loch rob...yes a past lover's or any
    person heavy in your life...will always
    remain with you...and in some instances
    seem to haunt you...merci for reading this
    poem with your heart

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  22. loneliness as a forgotten dream - great metaphor! peace, JP/deb

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