Rehearsed
by Lynette N Bat-Abba
Sunday, August 02, 2009
Rated "G" by the Author.
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There is a quiet desperation that sinks into my soul
a faltering, a fumbling a hectic fluctuation
with passing breeze and careless scent
reminders of a moment sold
hearts outstretched to listen still
while time does rent this hollow shell.
I am spent, unconscious grief moves feet in habit, smile rehearsed, enthusiastic actor's verse.
Give me the script! I've not to say.
Only questions. Keep them talking
lest the shiver give away
that I am gone,
a walking wait for death's release
to Heaven's gate.
Lynette Bat-Abba
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| Reviewed by Roger Wayne Eberle |
9/7/2009 |
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| Pacing and punch, punctuated by power seal the deal here! Nor does the easy dazzle of diction disturb the solid thrust of raw emotion that permeates the quiver of sharply pointed sense the reader lugs through this dense forest of lush phrasing. Pardon the gush, but it ain`t mush, it`s just that there`s so much here. Good job! |
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| Reviewed by Carin Spirit |
8/2/2009 |
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| Your words show emotions running deep. Simple and straight forward, what a gift. Welcome, I hope you find it to be the warm and comforting den of sensitive and kind people, that I have. Warmth and love to you, Carin' |
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