Re: Sometimes -- A Density of Echoes

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Date Posted: 08:26:57 12/19/01 Wed
Author: Raphaela
Subject: Re: Sometimes
In reply to: Danielle 's message, "Sometimes" on 20:35:38 12/17/01 Mon

I enjoyed this Danielle - you worked hard to make it all rhyme - would drive me nuts as I have little time and patience these days. I enjoyed hearing about the inspiration for the poem too. I visited the Picasso Museum in Barcelona not long ago and I can see what he meant by that quote.

Raphaela

>Life, sometimes so hard, so filled with pain
>Mind, sometimes so clouded with acid rain
>Heart, sometimes so jaded, yet still remain
>Soul, sometimes there is nothing, but to complain
>
>And so I write
>I let the darkness out into the light
>I let the sun replace the blackened night
>And sorrow flees a comforted sight
>
>Life, sometimes so sweet, so filled with joy
>Mind, sometimes so open, what could annoy?
>Heart, sometimes so full with love to employ
>Soul, sometimes there is so much, Life's a toy
>
>And so I sing
>I tell the whole world of my rejoice
>I shout out love with my soul's voice
>measure after measure I have no choice
>
>Life, sometimes so quiet, filled with peace
>Mind, sometimes lays silent, in gentle ease
>Heart, sometimes so brave, to risk loves seas
>Soul, sometimes warm, like a lambs fleece
>
>And so I draw
>I tell stories of the comfort of my mind
>I sketch faces that hold so much to find
>And It shows how I undwind
>
>Life gives us so much that we must somehow deal
>Minds so filled with what we see and feel
>Hearts overflow and we must show it's real
>Souls cleansed with an artisits zeal!!!!

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Re: Sometimes -- Raphaela, 08:32:33 12/19/01 Wed