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Lover's Fear
by Walter Jones (Age: 63)
copyright 10-03-2007


Age Rating: 13 to 127

 
Authors notes: Words are spelled correctly



mother dear mother

save me from my doom

open a small crack

in salvation’s room

I have know use for purpose

I have no pain to stay

I am every hero

I died in the last play

upon the table waiting

a dinner fit for me

lovers in the bright of fear we be

craft and daft of moonlight

swift eh the stream

of rivers lost in fleeting cream

every wind chime makes its sound

every heart beat plays against the pound

red in flowing

dead in mate

some come

ground turns late

I have a wicked right hand

I have soft wide heart

I have a love never start

I have been here before

the door was open the mind was gone

she held with her whiskey

I kept her with my song

appease in need of time

she was my hero

I her rhyme

love we are dancers in the pale of tune

watch the angels singing for the doom

ceiling spinning madly

voices in shell

last of reason

brings on hell

heard the bible thumper

saw him make his play

the quick and the dead

still live today

over winter of seldom found

lovers of the night wind

come on down

leave the scene cold found

I am the wish needed

I am the passion wanted

I am the call in gleam

I am your life seen

saw the boat a coming

saw it all real well

from the dead river

to the gates of hell

mother dear mother

save me from my doom

open a small crack

in salvation’s room


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10-05-2007 Frank Fields    

A read as I read it that allows for many interpretations, if any. But that wouldn't be fair to a master such as you, or would it? To claim that you've written a piece simply for the beauty of the words, the sound of the song, and the maybe tale it tells? I see little bits and pieces of so many things, conjured by the visions as they collide against my own experiences, that I begin to wonder how you could know those things about me? Or did you let the work, itself, take control and tell its own tale--your hand being but the instrument of something greater or lesser?
For the reason that there is no answer, save the closest one found on William's stage, I will simply tell you that I liked it very much. And will read it many times--each time seeing something different. ^^
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10-05-2007 Lyle Berry    

Wow, Walter! You have done it again! Just when I think I've read your best, you outshine yourself (and most of us humble cohorts) and write another poem that cuts like a rapier plunged into the soul of the reader to make them feel the depth of your feelings - at least sense it so strongly as to share it. This has to be my current favorite of yours but then, knowing how you are, you will write another that moves me even more and it will have to take a lesser (but never a superceded) place in my memories of Walt's fine wordcrafts. Best Regards, Lyle
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