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September 22, 2007 at 2:50 pm | Posted in writing | 3 CommentsTags: death, poetry, writing
gingatao (he whispers into the
ebbing tide)
goodbye,
there is no colour of death
here flickered candlelight
in vain to overcome the night
a muted breath
goodbye,
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I had a little panic with ‘ebbing’… had to go and check. That just shows the power of your writing, eh? Such a feeling of darkness from you… like dipping your hand in a blackwater pond and the surface staying calm.
Comment by Anonymous— September 22, 2007 #
(sssshhhh… that was me by the way. I forgot to log in … tsk )
Comment by narnie— September 22, 2007 #
Goodbye Paul…goodbye
Comment by Tina Trivett— August 4, 2010 #