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A Spinster’s Sonnet

  Now I cannot ever tell you,
Empty words float ill on air
Forever,  as you left me
I told you lamely that, I care.
The words I should have hewn with axes,
Released the shriek of fallen tree,
Splintered your heart with my keen grieving,
I said, politely, “Write to me.”

The fine grained wood on the mantel glistens.
A postcard read the hundredth time.
Although at moments I’d swear I’d heard them,
The only footsteps here are mine.
Alone and proper as can be
What use was all this dignity?

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  • Dun
    May 3, 2006
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    < De nada.

    Donde esta? Estas de Mexico, o el sur de America? Yo estoy de Los Estados Unidos, pero me mucho gusto  apprender langauges otros. Me gusto hablar con otros, ayudame  entendir. Escribame in espanol y digame  comprendes mis palabras. Mucho gusto.


    Al


    • Ludmila607
      May 6, 2006
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      Hola.....

      Uruguay, Rocha....love to  write  in  english....I been searching  for  poetry  sites  and  found some unreliable like  petry .com and  others  who promissed to  publish my  work...if I order a  Book....I am  still thinking  about   doing  or  not....Gracias por tu opiniĂłn...

    • eosmia
      May 10, 2006
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      I understand most of your comment. If you really want to be sure I understand send a translation. Were you offended by my comment?

      • Dun
        May 10, 2006
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        Absolutely not.

        You would be hard-pressed to offend me. Even if you succeeded you would be swiftly forgiven. Don't sweat it; it's all good.

        Al


        • May 13, 2006
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          Al san....

          sumimasen...ano.. kore wa homosekusharu desu.


  • May 18, 2006
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    <

    None, except the word 'Domo', of what you said is romanji japanese. You truly are a worthless racist.

  • Dun
    May 19, 2006
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    < My deepest apologies.

    Oh, it pains me greatly that I have offended your delicate sensibilities Uncle Noodle. Can you ever find it in that great and magnanimous heart of yours to forgive me?

    Al

    P.S. I am not a racist. And also, what exactly am I doing to qualify for the bequeathing of this most dubious title? I have gone to the trouble of learning other cultures' language; I treat all of my fellow beings with respect and I elevate no man above or below another with regard to ethnicity.

    I must confess that I am most perplexed as to this dubious and most unflattering assessment of my character. It rankles my spirit with great distaste. Ah, well... perhaps that is your entire intention?

  • eosmia
    May 19, 2006
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    Line 14 refers to being a rather uptight spinster that chose maintaining her dignity rather than admitting her passion.
    Eosmia