Friday, October 8, 2010

I was told there will be cake...

Your loneliness is infectious and soon I’m diseased
Unable to bear your loud silences
While you dread my songs in unpleasant keys
We whisper our agony only they register as incoherent echoes
I hold you without words and in an instant we were both cure

The Music Master by Frank Duveneck

Thanksgiving is upon us Canadians. This year there is to be cake not pies, I'm thrilled.
I hope you are all happy and well,
Simone

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2 comments:

  1. C R WardOctober 8, 2010 at 9:19 AM

    I love your poem, beautifully done!

    There will be no pie for my clan as well - I'm making my traditional pumpkin cheesecake for Thanksgiving.

    Hope you have a wonderful weekend and an excellent Turkey Day, Simone.

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  2. illustration poetryOctober 10, 2010 at 10:13 PM

    How are you doing Dearest?
    it's been awhile :))
    ive missed you.


    kisses hugs

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