You built a tower seven stories high
With a dungeon seven miles deep
Never has the sunlight troubled your eyes
Nor the moonlight troubled your sleep.
Your rooms are filled with the finest of finds
Relics from each era and age
Books writ with wit by the finest of minds
Your name scrawled on every page.
You wrote your song, seven stanzas too long
You sang in a voice sweet and clear
Now down in your dungeon, seven miles deep
You’re the only old soul left to hear.
An excellent piece of writing.
Bravo. Really enjoyed.
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Thanks so much, means a lot coming from you.
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You Sir, are more than welcome.
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This is deep and thought provoking. Great job
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Thanks very much for reading and commenting.
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lovely, really lovely – well done
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Many thanks, I truly appreciate your thoughts.
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I think that this is the best poem that I have ever read. Period.
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Wow, that’s quite a statement! Maybe I should quit while I’m ahead. 🙂 In all seriousness, thank you for reading and for your lovely comment.
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Absoutely love this…every line, every word, is a treasure.
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Thank you so much. Getting positive feedback from people whose writing I admire is a treasure to me. I’m glad you enjoyed the poem, and I appreciate you reading.
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It was my pleasure. 🙂
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Whaaaat?! I am dumbfounded, on the floor, staring at this stunning tower of a poem you’ve created. What other treasures have you stashed away in that brilliant mind? Well, don’t just sit there reading my comment — get busy and unleash more poems! ❤
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Hope you liked it; bit old fashioned, but so am I, sometimes. Thanks for reading and commenting, I value your thoughts and opinions a great deal.
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Of course I liked it! What an understatement!
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Thank you, too, for your kind remarks.
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Fantastic poetry! Towers with dungeons are bad asses… now if there was maybe a pretty Repunzel-ish chick, then yeah man.
~PR
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Repunzel is in the dungeon, where she belongs.
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Okay — I’m going to Ireland!
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For Rapunzel, or the dungeons? This is not “Fifty Shades of Green” we’re talking about, now.
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Rapunzel, of course! Fifty Shades of Green? Haha!! Okay, I had to think about that some — green because of Ireland, right! My funny bone has grown quite large, reading your humorous remark. 😀
~PR
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Sorry I’m late. I did sign up for e-mail notifications, but I’m not getting them. I only discovered this in my neglected reader late last night.
Now to the poem. (Sorry, must go back and read it again first.)
I wish there were tags. Is this politically inspired? It has that feeling, especially in the last line. Rhyme, for me, makes a poem – it has to at least have some internally, but end-rhymes are the most fun to write and read. I find this piece dark, yet enchanting and oh, so memorable! More! More!
I’m also intrigued by the name scrawled on every page. Any insight you’re willing to reveal?
Kat
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The only tag is poem. If I revealed anything more, it might change the meaning for others…..but I am thrilled that you like it. I was beginning to wonder..
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Very true. Tags can direct – or misdirect. I’ll stick with my own interpretation. I want to share a piece with you here: https://kat5361.wordpress.com/2012/02/05/olalla/
I wouldn’t hijack your site, but you give me no other means to contact you. 😉
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P.S. Why can’t I comment on the “Irish Ancestry” post? (I often don’t give a Fiddler’s damn, does that count?)
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I don’t know why you can’t comment. No, damn does not count. Well, okay, for you, this once. 🙂
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My grandad played the fiddle. Better?
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Oops! I meant Great-grandad. My grandads on both side did not play the fiddle. One smoked a pipe. My granny did play the mandolin though, but she wasn’t Irish. (Too much tea for me, I’m thinking.)
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Talk about atmosphere…. This is awesome. Awesome and very, very haunting.
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Thank you very much. I read your latest post, which is brilliant, and I’m going to comment on it after I read it again. You did a serious amount of scholarly work there. I’m assuming it’s to be published, is that correct?
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Beautifully written
I love the feel
Great read
As always sheldon
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I’m happy you like it; it was your poem “A Breaker” that gave me the nudge I needed to post it. Thank you again.
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Thank you very much
I’m over the moon happy
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Glad to hear.
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Absolutely fabulous. Evocative.
And yes ‘haunting’ fits. It has the feel of long ago stories half remembered. Gorgsous.
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You know I meant ‘gorgeous’, yes?
😟
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What an incredibly kind comment. I am absolutely delighted that the poem came across the way I intended. Many thanks.
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It’s all true 😉 You’re welcome.
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Wow! This is just stunningly beautiful! What a tour de force! Very powerful… love it! 🙂 Sarah
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Many thanks. This poem means a great deal to me, as do your lovely compliments. Thank you for reading, I’m happy you enjoyed it.
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You’re very welcome! 🙂 It’s been a real pleasure to read this beautiful poem! How wonderful it must be to create something so strong and powerful with words! I do envy you a bit 😉
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That’s flattering, but there’s no need to envy me. My writing is seldom on that level. The “Muse” gets the credit, there. Whatever that is. 🙂
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Oho! I know those muses – quite unreliable from time to time, aren’t they? 😉 But every visit is highly welcomed 🙂
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I never turn a muse away.
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I think they would be quite shocked if someone ever did! Imagine the face they’d make 😉
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I imagine it would be wrathful.
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Reblogged this on Secret First Draft: A Site of the Sudden Denouement Literary Collective.
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Thank you for the reblog, Samantha.
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