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November Walk
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November Walk |
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ice Member Elite
since 2003-05-17
Posts 3404Pennsylvania |
Up the muddy path, made slime By November rain, boots caked I climb, the hill behind my house... Stop!, and summer, remember- * how the meadow flowers, Stiff and tall a month ago Now limp, lay flatter. How, ill-now the tall-grass Holds up their grey-brown faces; Above, as on pikes, spent and dead... Like drying heads, after horrid battle * Though they sag, and do not sing Or urge me joy, that color brings, My faith is found in drying seeds Still cradled in their mothers grasp. Silently they speak to me, Of coming joy, but I must wait, For spring to come, and winter pass... * Then the loveliness, thus promised Will gaily decorate Above the new-green grass, That Attis by his death Made fall to waste, but I must wait... For Cybele to return and bang her drum, Tap her tambourine, And once again, make flowers dance. |
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Seymour Tabin Member Empyrean
since 1999-07-07
Posts 31720Tamarac Fla |
ice, Excellent write my friend. |
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ambrish Member
since 2003-03-27
Posts 257India |
My faith is found in drying seeds Still cradled in their mothers grasp. Silently they speak to me, Of coming joy, but I must wait. beautiful poem. potrays a vivid picture and profound talk. |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
Beautiful! You capture the transformation and already the seeds of hope have been planted ... only patience is needed. Love, Margherita  |
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Martie
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
ice...You write of nature and the changing of the seasons so well! Much enjoyed this walk with you! |
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EvocativeVerse2 Senior Member
since 2003-09-10
Posts 1279 |
Hi ice! Love this my friend. You do the seasons so well. I don't get to see your work often enough though. Missing PTO buddy! Remember, if you're not part of the future, you're history! |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
 what imagery! |
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nakdthoughts Member Laureate
since 2000-10-29
Posts 19200Between the Lines |
My faith is found in drying seeds Still cradled in their mothers grasp. Silently they speak to me, Of coming joy, but I must wait, For spring to come, and winter pass... love those thoughts... beautiful write M |
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froggy Senior Member
since 2003-06-23
Posts 1893Michigan |
Hey Ice, Still just as awsome as the first time I saw it in chat. Still love it. I can close my eyes and picture it. Great job my friend :-) |
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ice Member Elite
since 2003-05-17
Posts 3404Pennsylvania |
Seymour... Thank You * Ambrish... Glad you see the picture and hear the talk.. * Margherita... Thank You...The seeds of hope are always viable......:-) * Martie... I have been on walks with you in your poems, you are always invited to walk with me.. * EV... Thanks, friend......I miss you in PTO also...try to stop by * Shadows....:-) The images are of just what I see....thank you * nakdthoughts Thank you for commenting........:-) * Froggy I opened my eyes and pictured it in words, you closed yours and picture it in symbols I guess poetry vision works both ways....thanks |
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