Whispers of A Blue Moon

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Sunday, October 02, 2005

One look at "She Sings" and one can't help but feel that that I have not built enough on the emotions of the protagonist and let my readers have a deeper insight into his feelings. Another flaw would perhaps be the abrupt ending to this poem.

Forgive me, but I am rusty of late and devoid of time. Mayhap I would improve on it, most probably when I am given the time, but this week has been a rather hectic one, driving one to hell. Or am I already in it?

One wonders.

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"My days have passed away, my thoughts are dissipated, tormenting my heart.
They have turned night into day,
and after darkness I hope for light again.
If I wait hell is my house, and I have
made my bed in darkness.
I have said to rottenness: thou art
my father; to worms, my mother and
my sister.
Where is now then my expectation,
and who considereth my patience?
All that I have shall go down into
the deepest pit: thinkest thou that there
at least I shall have rest?"

Job 17:11-16 dv.

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