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The Souls Wind- For Michael Morgan
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The Souls Wind- For Michael Morgan |
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Michael G Senior Member
since 2000-06-25
Posts 579Nashville |
On a cool walk winters eve of what may have been the last the time is short for breathing and the memories that pass. Within moments of the holiday that which we share with love another dark history has shaken to the soul. Of dreams that were to be of a child to be born the father now rests never to know those eyes. I did not know him nor even his name could conjour yet his pain is familiar that which we all endure. Tommorrow he shall sleep within the hollow ground and friends shall gently weep for the love they have found. And another day shall come and rise be greated by the wind and Michael's soul shall sail free to capture his heart again. [This message has been edited by Michael G (edited 12-02-2000).] |
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Irie Senior Member
since 1999-12-01
Posts 1493Washington State |
The only words that I can find Michael, are WOW! This took my breath away... wow ~Sheri "The things that come to those that wait may be the things left by those who got there first" |
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A Whisper's Caress Senior Member
since 2000-11-03
Posts 791on the horizon of a fairytale |
this is incredibly lovely Look within the heart of a poet, and you will see a reflection of their soul. |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
On a cool walk winters eve of what may have been the last the time is short for breathing and the memories that pass. ================== Of dreams that were to be of a child to be born the father now rests never to know those eyes. I did not know him nor even his name could conjour yet his pain is familiar that which we all endure. ================= And another day shall come and rise be greated by the wind and Michael's soul shall sail free to capture his heart again. =============== Michaels soul sails free everytime her picks up his pen and dances with his muse the wind. this beautiful poem is proof of that. take care gentle poet of the wind jm I looked into the sky for my anthem The words and music came through But words and music can never touch the beauty that I've seen Looking into you |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
swept away in breeze of wind caught memories now I can only weep Michael G beautiful Karilea If I whisper, will you listen?... I would rather be silent and write, than speak loudly and be bound. KRJ |
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Michael G Senior Member
since 2000-06-25
Posts 579Nashville |
Though as many of you know, I do not post replies to my own poetry, I feel I must. I live in a small town in California, with other small comunities around me. I did not grow up here but have been here for more than ten years. On Thankgiving morning Michael Morgan was killed in an auto accident. Though I did not know him, a frien dof mine grew up with him. Michaels funueral is today, one that will be attended by most of the community that lives there. He has a child on his way, one that will never see or know his father. I have seen the sadness in my friends eyes, and I truely do understand. To you, my fellow poets, I ask you to remember everyday with those you love, and keep them in your heart, for we do really never know. I thank you for your kind commments and your words. Michael G |
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Kethry Member Rara Avis
since 2000-07-29
Posts 9082Victoria Australia |
Wow, great sentiments, great poem.*HuGS* Kethry Could a greater miracle take place than for us to look through each other's eyes for an instant - Thoreau |
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Sven
since 1999-11-23
Posts 14937East Lansing, MI USA |
Superb Michael. . . It deserves to be read more. . . ---------------------------------------------------- That which gives light must endure burning --Victor Frankl |
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