Sunday, July 12, 2009

*hunting My Wayward Heart Comments

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I am hunting my wayward heart.
I can feel that steady drum beat,
Following the ruby river
With fingertips like bloodhounds,


Lillian Susan Thomas
Yelena M. 25 July 2009

Lilian, I agree with Naseer, keep on sleepwalking, love is what makes us feel life. Thanks for sharing this poem. A.

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Naseer Ahmed Nasir 24 July 2009

'Love is a machete Slashing on both sides - As you fall into love, And as you fall out - All the time while under its spell We are like sleepwalkers Balancing on the single edge That does not cut.' But Lillian, Do you know? It's wise not to wake up While sleepwalking. Regards Naseer

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Saadat Tahir 16 July 2009

hi lillian...beautiful poetry Love is a machete Slashing on both sides - dont say it to a couple on the go....they'll both train at you... ;) youth has its own compulsions very nice cheers

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Sonya Florentino 15 July 2009

yet again and again we seek the pain....for without it is a numbness that kills....

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Susan Jarvis 14 July 2009

A superb metaphor for the pain of passion. The closing simile is perfect. I'm going to have those words of wisdom tattooed onto my heart - when I catch it that is! ! S ;)

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