Staring out into blackness
her nightgown a gossamer whisper
against her skin of Irish tones.
The house sighed around her
asleep like the graceful old dowager it was.
By the flicking candle light
she read from the leather journal
of moments penned long ago.
Each page worn, tear stained
from emotions that flowed.
The words haunted her until even
her lovely bedchamber became too small
to hold the restlessness of her thoughts,
the past was now the future
within her fragile hands.
Within her heart she felt
the faintest stir of hope like flecks of gold
sprinkled in a crytral-blue stream.
She knew the ramifications of destroyed dreams,
she knew the answers in that moment of truth.
Copyright 2003 Tracey L. Hardie
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Reviewed by Ed Lupinacci (Reader)
Reviewed on February 10, 2003
Ok I can't even be sarcastic here
this is stunning and the feeling just drip off the page like the picture.
Reviewed by Kate Clifford (Reader)
Reviewed on February 9, 2003
Beautiful you could not of worded this any better then you have. Great write!
Reviewed by Tien Avielle (Reader)
Reviewed on February 9, 2003
without a reverent review of history, how can we move forward in hopes of not repeating the same tragic mistakes? - lovely and moving write.
Reviewed by Floria Kelderhouse (Reader)
Reviewed on February 9, 2003
Tracy this is excellent work...very expressive..Floria
Wow, eerie write, and picture, thank god for the flecks of gold amidst the shattered dreams...it gives me a shivery feel of loss, but also specks of hope.
Poignant, wonderfully done write...
Picture suits it well...
Reviewed by na na (Reader)
Reviewed on February 8, 2003
Tracey, it seems like the moments flowed past and came back over and over again and dropped more tears as they passed by. Hopefully, she has read the pages correctly and finds solace in a love for all seasons. Bill Murray
Elegant and excellent write Tracey, and the art is exceptional...stirs me to try a similar one, love it!
Reviewed by Lady Peg (Reader)
Reviewed on February 8, 2003
Tracey,
This is so heartfelt
"By the flicking candle light
she read from the leather journal
of moments penned long ago.
Each page worn, tear stained
from emotions that flowed. "
Beautiful
Peg
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this is stunning and the feeling just drip off the page like the picture.
Picture suits it well...
Jack
Nancy
This is so heartfelt
"By the flicking candle light
she read from the leather journal
of moments penned long ago.
Each page worn, tear stained
from emotions that flowed. "
Beautiful
Peg
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