are we still bound?
or
tongue-tied
by the same ribbon
that secured
our hearts to our sleeves?
does flesh unwind
when gloves crumble,
die of old age?
let me decipher
the language you speak ~
i can no longer read
your bearings.
fateful smile
sprung from frozen cheeks
while your eyes distance,
already
wrap me in shadow.
when time takes its toll
aren’t we all
naked in the dark,
eating memories
off empty plates?
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Ripples you say… and I smile. Thank you, JC.
Another Wandering Soul 
Miriam, this is so richly and sadly beautiful. I was almost swaying with the pendulum of your sad, sad words. Well done.
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awh, thank you, Susan!
i am happy i got to write this – been so caught up in life lately, that i barely have time to be here and pen the inner turmoil.
Mr. Crabcakes’ beautiful poem (R)evolve inspired this… miss you all, my Iron Poets! 🙂
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I think life has been burying all of us lately 😉
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definitely seems like it…
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“when time takes its toll
aren’t we all
naked in the dark,
eating memories
off empty plates?”
If you were on a stage and just finished speaking this, I believe there would be a stunned silence followed by a gigantic burst of applause.
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awww 🙂 i’d probably blush and faint lol
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Always keep an extra poem in your pocket for when they ask for an encore!
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😀
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Truly inspired and in awe of your words Miri 🙂 x
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awh, thank you Jenn! xx
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I guess this makes us co-inspirators…
That last stanza absolutely knocks my socks off!
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BTW — you should definitely check out Dieu’s piece (my other co-inspirator in this…).
http://dieuonthegrass.wordpress.com/2013/02/03/cast-away/
She’s quite the talent.
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oooh will check her out right now
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thanks for reading, JC!
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Wow. That last stanza is crushing.
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awh hope it didn’t crush you too hard! thanks for reading…
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