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Stone Faces
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Stone Faces
By La Belle Rouge

if loudly we raged against the night
would be it be any lighter
or would acceptance
end torment?

only those who know the deep abyss
have memorized its damp walls
my hand reaches to you
across dust of years

i tire now of these tears and pain
sleep would be my choice
if i had a real choice
to be harbored

they wear slick masks at midday
well hidden frosty frowns
formed in hearts of ice
exposed only to god

but midnight will come to all men
with it death’s frigid fingers
to rip away trite pretense
from faces set in stone



9/16/2008 La Belle Rouge

“Poetry, Soul Whispers”


Music "Reflection"


     

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Reviewed by Regis Auffray
Reviewed on September 18, 2008
but midnight will come to all men
with it death’s frigid fingers
to rip away trite pretense
from faces set in stone

Starkly real; there is wisdom in what you express here, Belle. Thank you. Love and best wishes,

Regis

Reviewed by Karen Palumbo
Reviewed on September 17, 2008
Pondering thoughs through illusions and mists bring about an inner understanding to many. Magnificent insight...

Be always safe,
Karen


Reviewed by Felix Perry
Reviewed on September 17, 2008
This is almost classical in it's philosophical meanderings. I especially loved the reference of "all men coming to midnight" it seemed so appropriate.
hugs
Fee

Reviewed by Mr. Ed
Reviewed on September 17, 2008
Quite a powerful piece, La Belle, and the music and graphic fit perfectly.

Reviewed by Georg Mateos
Reviewed on September 16, 2008
Once a poet said that under stones faces are hearts made of green stones, perhaps he was referring to hope?
But, dear poetess, I see that you went into my garden.

Georg

Reviewed on September 16, 2008
Powerfully poignant and haunting/haunted lines. Well penned, La Belle!

(((HUGS))) and love, Karla. :(

Reviewed by Rose Rideout
Reviewed on September 16, 2008
Only in a stone face shall hide painful emotions La Belle. Thank you for sharing.

Newfie hugs, Rose

Reviewed by Kathy Armijo
Reviewed on September 16, 2008
Faces set in stone .... sad to the bone. Karma always gets one in the end. Well said.

God bless you. Kathy

Reviewed by John Flanagan
Reviewed on September 16, 2008
Belle, my Belle, you have gone deep here and probed and dug well...

"only those who know the deep abyss
have memorized its damp walls"

now how fine is that? It's simply splendid.
John

Reviewed by Leland Waldrip
Reviewed on September 16, 2008
Poetry and music to pluck the stiffest heartstrings. Beautifully done.
Love and {{{hugs}}},
Leland

Reviewed by George Carroll
Reviewed on September 16, 2008
Sprinkled below those stone faces is the beauty of life in flowers; a fitting back drop that may lie above our own tombs one day.

Reviewed by Amber Moonstone
Reviewed on September 16, 2008
Belle, such a serious poem on this tail end of a magnificent full moon, but a very well written poem for sure.
Peace, love, and light,
Amber "V"

Reviewed by Southern Comfort
Reviewed on September 16, 2008
I felt every word of every line! This Trail Of Tears is endless and the warrior is so very weary, but I know I must travel on to the end. LOVE! Sissy

Reviewed on September 16, 2008
Great write, Belle; brava!

(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D

Reviewed by Bonnie May
Reviewed on September 16, 2008
Everything is revealed all in good time. We must be true to ourselves or the ending will not be bright. Your poem is written by someone who know pain and anguish for it rips at your soul while you read this well written poem. Well done, Love, Bonnie


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