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Sven
since 1999-11-23
Posts 14937East Lansing, MI USA 
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She paints the sky with the softness of her words Her voice sings through the wind the sweetest I have ever heard The flowers fill the air with her gentle aura The tranquil touch of her hand bends ever so the gathering of flora Shining brightly upon the glory of her meadow The muse's sun glows with love her moon also holds that glow She knows the birds of sky and beasts of field They provide her with comfort and to her they gently yield This is the world that she has brought into form During the evenings, the breeze is cool during the day always warm This is her meadow, she is the Meadowmuse And in this land, her very being fills all like a painting full of many hues ------------------------------------------------------------ That which gives light must endure burning --Victor Frankl |
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Irie Senior Member
since 1999-12-01
Posts 1493Washington State |
Sven you have etched a picture in my head that's most beautiful Sir! Well done!  ~Sheri |
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Marina Member Elite
since 2000-02-10
Posts 2245Pickering, Ontario |
Very beautiful Sven. I run out of words to describe your poetry my friend. They are all gems! Marina It is a blessing to have wings for words, and passion in pen Marina Crossley |
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Sudhir Iyer Member Ascendant
since 2000-04-26
Posts 6943Mumbai, India : now in Belgium |
Lovely and exquisite work as always, Sven... Sometimes I wonder how you manage to sustain your energy so well... I am verily bemused at myself not being able to do so  Regards, sudhir |
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brian madden Member Elite
since 2000-05-06
Posts 4374ireland |
a beautiful poem, wonderful. I agree with Sudhir. I too am wondering what your secret is, you seem to a fountain of poetry. Yes I am jealous LOL  < !signature-->A rock pile ceases to be a rock pile the moment a single man contemplates it, bearing within him the image of a cathedral. Antoine de Saint-Exupéry [This message has been edited by brian madden (edited 07-06-2000).] |
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Meadowmuse Member Elite
since 1999-12-27
Posts 3263 |
Within the honey spun world of your own crafting there is tempo, rhythm, rhyme, lifting, rising breathing with the very sound of harmony and all things musical, magical ~~~ nature's nuance. ...thank you, Sven, for your beautiful sharing words... ~ Claire |
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Lone Wolf Member Ascendant
since 2000-03-16
Posts 5842Lansing, MI USA |
Sven, What a lovely portrait of Meadowmuse you have shared with us. Very beautiful writing. Hope more people answer your challenge!! LW Poetry is the spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings: it takes its origin from emotion recollected in tranquility. --William Wordsworth |
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