Chess
By Silver Spun Sand
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ether, as a word or world,
ether, as a word or world, kinda jar, but hey alive with the stars. a poem of doom, but with little or no gloom.
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It was the day
It was the day
I went down to the kitchen –
the thin skin of the night
peeling back, '
That's exquisitly delicately worded, Tina. And the following words are more heartbreaking for their matter-of-factness.
'but,
it was OK...she’d already said
her goodbyes.'
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A quiet moment of poignancy,
A quiet moment of poignancy, gently described. Is Chess the cat. I noticed you had another verse on the IP last night, but I couldn't stop then and was looking for it this morning! regards, Rhiannon
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Sad poem Tina, but a tribute
Sad poem Tina, but a tribute to a faithful friend.
This one touched my soul, having lost cats myself.
Jenny.
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Touching poem that says so
Touching poem that says so much. 'The thin skin of the night peeling back' I Iike particularly.
Best Wishes, HW
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Touching poem that says so
Touching poem that says so much. 'The thin skin of the night peeling back' I Iike particularly.
Best Wishes, HW
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