Poem -

velvet yellow

I tend to sit a lot
The window is always dressed.
I like
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How it's kind of velvet yellow
×××××××××××××××××××××××××
when the dust dances
purple blue when the trees 
wind down and
••••••••••••••••••
go to sleep
Happen moons will fill
++++++++++++++++++
the whole darn glass
a theatre for night
A masterclass 
I am waiting for god
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
to come and explain
I am waiting for god
to make clear his gain
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for my pain ~

M
 

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Bernadete van d...

So many questions, too little..,or
no answers. And the show must 
go on, right, Marion?   B 

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Marion

I sometimes think we are all actors in god's great play... I assume he will let us know what he thinks of our performance when we die. Yes ...the show must go on...thanks B x

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Rory McGinlay

A bigger picture among the details of everyday 

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Marion

Thankyou so much R x

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Shirley Harrison

Marion, you truly are one of the very best poets I've ever read, kudos on the striking imagery and emotions once again. 🤗 

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Marion

I am so greatly honoured by your comment dear friend ... and even if it's not true I'm going to grab it with both hands and treasure it 😊🤩😊... thankyou so much Shirley X

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Neville

Parts of this are out of this world .. the rest is just brilliant .. x

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Marion

Oh you flatterer you... bring it on🤩
Thankyou truly Nev...always appreciated X

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Being Me

This is one of those poems that is pure emotion. The picture is there, yes, a wonderful picture, but the emotion in this poem is what stirs and grips the reader. Awesome work xx

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Marion

Kind of a self pitying write here lol... but I figure why the hell not... 😆 thankyou dear friend x

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