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Bitter Honey





Weaving dreams of beguiling gold,
a future's price for happiness.
What secrets do you, determined, hold?
asks the summer wind's soft caress.

A guarded name,
a hidden hope.

Spinning wheels clutching time,
grasping straw that falls away,
What dreams may come, we soon may find,
won't recall at end of day.

A cherished life,
a memory lost.
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  1. AnonymousAugust 22, 2011 at 12:26 AM

    Beautiful, the wording is very effective!

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  2. MISHAugust 22, 2011 at 1:54 PM

    Conflicting emotions ... a rollercoaster of hope and despair at play ...

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  3. AnonymousAugust 22, 2011 at 2:48 PM

    creative, well plotted story.

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  4. AnonymousAugust 23, 2011 at 4:12 PM

    Nice piece, iLike! :) It is interesting to see how different minds respond to the same piece of inspiration.

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  5. AnonymousAugust 23, 2011 at 4:45 PM

    Very beautiful! I love the "honey" reference.

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  6. AnonymousAugust 23, 2011 at 6:05 PM

    very nice flow of thoughts:)

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  7. LolamouseAugust 23, 2011 at 7:09 PM

    I love the contrasting emotions in this piece. Even the title captures this well.

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  8. Linda Bob Grifins Korbetis HallAugust 23, 2011 at 9:14 PM

    well plotted story.

    lost memories, sad,

    powerful entry.

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  9. AnonymousAugust 24, 2011 at 1:35 AM

    The dreamy image and the poem are one here, very well done! :)

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  10. MelleAugust 24, 2011 at 10:25 AM

    This is beautiful, I love the imagery.

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  11. AnonymousAugust 24, 2011 at 2:55 PM

    Evocative poem - I enjoyed reading it. ^_^

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  12. MaggieAugust 24, 2011 at 3:42 PM

    I love the contrast, even the clever title. Terrific write.

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  13. The Write GirlAugust 24, 2011 at 8:47 PM

    Your poem is sweet and beautiful. Lovely thoughts on the image.

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  14. Maxwell Mead Williams Robinson BarryAugust 25, 2011 at 12:59 PM

    poetic and stunning.

    masterful piece.

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  15. HelenaAugust 25, 2011 at 3:02 PM

    You don't need a lot of words to make an impression. This was beautifully done.

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  16. FennyAugust 29, 2011 at 1:17 AM

    Love this beautiful rendition of life's bittersweet balance between sadness and hope. Very good!

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  17. Stafford RayAugust 29, 2011 at 2:23 AM

    This evokes the image Rumpelstiltskin! But that nasty little gnome was hardly 'the Summer wind's sort caress'!

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  18. Lord EmmanuelAugust 29, 2011 at 10:20 AM

    I love your take on the theme, and the paradox in the title is superb.

    Cheers!

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