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Silent Goodbye
Posted: 03 September 2010 Word Count: 65 Summary: For the Letting Go challenge
 
  
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  Night spun its chill as our fingertips touched that knotted  wood which stemmed our inner emotions.
  Words linked by white breath lingered upon a   curlew’s cry that smothered any further  discussion.
  On a shore of strange birds,  you dreamt of a place  that left images like wisps  of vague  impressions. 
  That memory now sepia I can still  touch and feel those lost long ago moments. 
 
 
 
 
   
 
  
 
 
  
 
 
 
	
 
 
 
 
 
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		  Nella at 14:52 on 03 September 2010
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		 You have some beautiful images here, Jennifer:  
 
Words linked 
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lingered upon a  
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I love it - it's so full of romanticism and mystery.  
 
Only some very minor things disturbed me. In the first stanza, for example, you have that and which following so closely upon each other. That makes for a complicated sentence structure. Maybe you could lose one of them, making it something like this: 
 
"Night spun 
its chill as 
our fingertips 
touched knotted  
wood that stemmed 
our inner 
emotions" 
 
In the second, I think you don't really need "any". "Further discussion" is enough. 
 
You do so well in here. I'm so glad you joined the group! 
 
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		  tusker at 15:13 on 03 September 2010
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		 Thanks Robin, so glad you liked it. 
 
I'll edit it as soon as I can.   
 
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		  joanie at 16:20 on 03 September 2010
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		 Hi Jennifer.  I did enjoy the fantastic images here, and the lovely bitter-sweet feelings you have captured so well. I like the short lines too; it makes it sound quite breathless, I think. 
 
Good response! 
 
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		  V`yonne at 16:25 on 03 September 2010
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	 Jennifer, remarkable work! 
 
I have one suggestion but it's radical - turn it inot the present tense: 
Night spins 
its chill as 
our fingertips 
touch the knotted  
wood that stems 
our inner 
emotions. 
 
throughout the poem then at the end: 
 
I touch 
the sepia memory 
still  
and feel 
those long  
ago lost 
moments.  
 
If you try reading that aloud it's both more poignant and more immediate. 
 
Oh and then I'd love to see this in the slush! 
		
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		  tusker at 07:33 on 04 September 2010
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		 Thanks Oonah for your suggestions. 
 
Will work on it again. 
 
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		  FelixBenson at 13:19 on 04 September 2010
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		 Very atmospheric and melancholy, jennifer. I love it. 
 
For me, the 3rd and 4th stanzas really take this poem to the next level. 
 
I absolutely love: 
 
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I really enjoyed this, Kirsty 
 
	  
		
		 
		
              
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		  Findy at 07:03 on 05 September 2010
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		 This is beautiful Jennifer.  
 
Agree with Kirsty, the third and fourth paras really brought out the wow factor for me.  
 
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Fantastic! 
 
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