I Knew Her Well

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    I Knew Her Well

    She was the one I dreamed of while crying
    I thought it helped to ease the pain,
    But there was no such thing as easement
    Not in this wretched lost soul a-dying

    She waved as she sailed out of sight
    Wearing a silken adornment o'er her brow
    Throwing kisses, as if to mean she cared.
    Not her, not this beguiling thing of night

    I waved too as she sank out of view
    And smiled with the thought of forever
    without her, could be the best for me
    For now, I was soon to be with love anew.
    Forgive me love for smiling while you
    drift out of my life and rest upon those
    ever-longing heart beats of love no more.

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    Bettysrainbow48 commented on I Knew Her Well

    12-22-2009

    This is a story well told in poem form.I thinkl you did a great job. Keep up the good work.
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    mangeoart

    12/22/2009

    Well, thank you, Betty. That is really kind of you.

    Marsink commented on I Knew Her Well

    11-16-2009

    This is poetry!! The music of words written, weaving a story of melodious melancholy. It also has a resolve of ending anguish to begin a joy expectant future. (those are always the best futures) Thanks for the excursion from the dock and back again. Marck
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    mangeoart

    11/16/2009

    Thank you very much, sir for the comment.

    jademelissa74 commented on I Knew Her Well

    11-11-2009

    The imagery offered is exquisite. The passion shared is unique. I love the way in which you manage to maintain the level of interest throughout the entire poem. This is a great write.
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    mangeoart

    11/11/2009

    well, Miss Jade, I am very honored, and humble to receive such a praise. Thank you.

    lunamarie commented on I Knew Her Well

    11-01-2009

    Dear Mr. Leatherman, I like this ... very much. I only wish the comments to my left were blocked. They are a distraction to me ... Luna
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    mangeoart

    11/04/2009

    Hello, Marie. I'm glad you like it...you can just call me the trash man....

    dahlusion commented on I Knew Her Well

    10-12-2009

    This is an O.K. write, not a really good write or a great write, simply O.K. It is a story that has been told and retold using the same language, imagery, and poetic illustrations time and time again. I would consider this a first-draft in need of throwing out some of the cliche/pedestrian/overly worked lines, and dig deeper into my creative well before calling it a night. Just my thoughts, but, who am I to have thoughts on whose poetry is good or bad, or even worth keeping? i mean, who am I to say anything, cause my poetry is so ordinary.
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    mangeoart

    10/12/2009

    Thanks dah, I'll have to check into some of your poetry and see if I can get some helpful hints.....geo

    Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

    Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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