heart made of Italian sun
bearing sadness of ages
burnt umber memories
work to dilute and subdue
its emotional light
the old radiant gold
of an ambient peasantry
given a somber new cast
beating slower and softer
worn to low burnish by
remnants of time dipped in
ancestral ashes of change
ashes laid down in layers
by weakening flames
of this elderly fire
Who needs a 200,000 word autobiography when that person can produce a poem that captures his essence with such perfection.
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the more we write of ourselves, the more likely we’ll finally discover ourselves
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It’s perfect. I haven’t commented in a long time, but I liked this a lot.
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heartfelt thanks
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Beautiful!
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much appreciated
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Beautiful poetry Paul.
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thank you most kindly
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‘worn to low burnish by / remnants of time’ – that is a fabulous line in a melancholic verse . . .
You ‘da’ man!
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aw, shucks…
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Doesn’t get more beautiful than the way you swirl the words.
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*heart*
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And *heart* back to you ❤ 🙂
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Goes with the picture really well. I enjoyed this piece thoroughly!
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I appreciate that very much
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Your words are such a significance to the world. You’re work is truly professional and artistic.
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thank you most sincerely
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Gorgeous
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thanks kindly
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Molto bello!!! Please read and critique https://readbetweenthelines.blog
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