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Even she...

Oracle in red
breezing towards
(unknown) empty declarations
Fresh, still fresh.
Staring on enfeebled
night sky amidst
not giving up...
tomorrow still awaits.
Beckoning tiny lights
to show which face
his or her
she then knows everything except  love.
***dedicated to the soul that can never be mine.***

14 Feb 08

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wow. this is such a very strong and
beautiful piece. how did i miss this one?

i love every line of it.
: )
 — fractalcore

hmm...you astound me, happymole.
this is the best i've read today.

thank you so much.
: )
 — fractalcore

hope you're ok.
: )
 — fractalcore

Thanks for the appreciation, fractalcore.  My poems are usually based on the things that happened to me or my emotion(s) while I was staring at my notebook.  I find solace in moments when I am with nobody and when I think that I'm loved by nobody.  I'm glad that someone finally understood what I meant but it still makes no difference.  :)
 — happymole

I'm loved by=I'm being loved by
 — happymole

you are what you write about and how.
honest, personal poems make a big
difference here on the face of the earth.

in my humble opinion, the footnote is un-
necessary and the poem speaks for itself.

be like the lotus in turbulent waters
[and see the diference...]
: )
 — fractalcore

just revisiting...
: )
 — fractalcore

happymole is an ISFP, unk. which type is yours?
: )
 — fractalcore

a very nice piece of work indeed...just dint get the last stanza...."beckoning tiny lights,to show her face,his or her...."
a 10 for me....
 — freak88

 — themolly

This is so light and airy, so perfectly romantic.  I'm not sure you even need the 2nd stanza.  I'm sorry the soul can never be yours but you have your own, that's good.  
 — Isabelle5

Hi freak88.  Glad that you liked my poem.

Well, let's just say that the wise lady's (Oracle) lover is torn between two entities...a he and a she.  Not that the lover is bisexual but he seems to value both the wise lady and his good old (male) pal...who is more important to him confuses the lady.  

Hi Isabelle5!  I'm honored because you checked out a piece from me...a neophyte in this field.  And regarding the soul that can never be mine, it will never become mine, I'm sure,  but I believe I am also one with it.  Need not possess any because I am what other things/entities are.

Anyway, thanks to both of you.  :)
 — happymole

Thanks too, themolly.  :)
 — happymole