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Ponder
by Lily of Lough Neagh a.k.a C. Dennis-Woosley
Thursday, August 02, 2012
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Guilt will plague your conscious as surely as the night falls, until you amend it as surely as the sun rises upon the dawn. For guilt finds an ear ~The Lily of Lough Neagh~

Ponder

Whilst I ponder in the night

Ere the salts of earthly flight

Drape doth billow in the dark

For this gave me quite a start

Flying Dutchman in my pipe

Tamped it down rightly tight

Cherry smash it tastes quite nice

Smoke doth wisp a ghostly sight

Evermore…

The whisper came upon my ear

Could it be that she appears?

Eleanor…

Cannot be for like the ground

And my pipe I tamped her down

Evermore…

Dropping pipe upon the floor

Stood before revolving door

Eleanor…

How you cursed me day and night

Nevermore your breath to fright!

Evermore…

Pulling scratching at my feet

Below the floor dead eye is seen!

Eleanor…!

Engulfed in fear I cannot scream

This has to be a horrid dream!

Evermore…

Blankets tossed upon the floor

Sitting up I scream no more!

Eleanor…

Heart it thumps within my chest

Shall I never get the rest!

Nevermore…

Carol Dennis-Woosley

August 2, 2012

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Reviewed by Diane Miller (Reader)	1/21/2013

This man is living with a guilty conscious. Very nice this is in the style much like Edgar Allen Poe Di




Reviewed by Vivian Dawson	8/4/2012

Evermore~Nevermore so wisely done Carol for pondering.... Lady Vivian




Reviewed by Jane Noponen Perinacci	8/3/2012

You take us deep into the mind! Love ya! Jane




Reviewed by Ed J.	8/3/2012

Guilt is a burden all carry in some way and at some time. If only all could be amended. Wonderful style and work most definitely a masterpiece. Stay well and keep writing Eddy




Reviewed by La Belle Rouge Poetess Of The Heart	8/3/2012

Unique and well penned.




Reviewed by Adriaen Valerius (Reader)	8/3/2012

This is rather heavy but a fantastic write of how guilt can totally eat you away. Great style, not only shades of Edgar Allen Poe, it's Edgar Allen Poe worthy !!!!!




Reviewed by Mr. Ed	8/3/2012

As Ron said, Shades of Poe, Indeed.




Reviewed by neerja gandhi	8/3/2012

Umm...great poem..read the reviews of others, understood your beautiful poem...and yes guilt is bad...must amend to get going... :)best wishes Carol,neerja




Reviewed by Ed Matlack	8/2/2012

...are u sure its only Flying Dutchman Cherry u r smoking in that pipe...it sounds more like columbian gold to me...e




Reviewed by Dark Knight	8/2/2012

ah yes Guilt-I have been there far too many times and No this Dark Knight doesn't reveal secrets even to a talented and beautiful Poetess excellent poetry




Reviewed by Edith Wilde (Reader)	8/2/2012

Guilt not only eats away in your dreams, but also when you wake and you have to live with yourself until you right your wrongs. Edith




Reviewed by Budd Nelson	8/2/2012

I applaud you dear lady a wonderful poem..one of your best budd




Reviewed by D. Vaineo	8/2/2012

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Reviewed by Mark Huntsman (Reader)	8/2/2012

Awesome Lilly! I thought it was a story until I thought about it. Realized it's how guilt will eat you up! Cool Mark




Reviewed by Gail Delaney (Reader)	8/2/2012

Great poem Lily, the mind can keep you awake or in fitful sleep if you carry a lot of guilt Gail




Reviewed by S Bergerac (Reader)	8/2/2012

A different style for you my dear lady Lily. But, this is a good example of how guilt leaves you sleepless. I bow and tip my hat to you Cyrano




Reviewed by Ronald Hull	8/2/2012

Shades of Edgar Allen Poe! One of the best dream poems that I've read. You write about a pipe as though you were my grandfather. Much enjoyed. Ron




Reviewed by Mary Ann Biddinger	8/2/2012

Evermore enlightening poetry Carolee. Lady Mary Ann




Reviewed by Jerry Bolton	8/2/2012

I love, love, LOVE what you did here, Carol, with the poem and with your masthead. Yes! Eleanor . . . Evermore . . . Nevermore l . .

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