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Bonnie j
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0 posted 2004-05-26 06:33 AM



A Myth and Old Ruins

The old ruins are silent now.
Crumbling walls covered with ivy and cooling moss.
Wild roses rambling in brilliant disarray.
Columns of giallo antico marble now a weathered gray.
Fountains dry.
No soothing sound of water flowing over
pebbled stones of beauty.
Once, this quiet garden was the haven of the enchanting
Queen of the Moon.
She was the mistress to the
flamboyant
god of thunder and the god of streaking light.
Their love all consuming running
wild and carefree, but in this ancient garden,
the sun would come and tempt the mighty god of thunder.
The sun glowing enrapturing flowing with
warmth and tenderness.
In her queenly rage the Moon hides her glowing light.
Blocking the sun in her heated fury.
Causing the great marble coliseum to begin to crumble.
The flowers begin to die for lack of light and rain.
Lighting striking in wild abandonment and the thunderous
roar from the god of thunder reverberating off crumbling walls.
Then in this chaotic whirlwind of mayhem comes
the sound of silence.
“................................."
The old ruins are silent now.

Have a great day folks.
BonBon

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Pilgrimage
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1 posted 2004-05-26 10:04 AM


Lovely story-and a wonderful painting in the first part of the poem.  I'd like to see that garden ruin.

Nan (Pilgrim variety)

Marge Tindal
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2 posted 2004-05-26 11:09 AM


Bonnie~
Oh my !
The vividness of your word-paint brought it all to life~



This is a wonderful canvas of thought~
*Huglets*
~*Marge*~

~*When the heart grieves over what it has lost,
the spirit rejoices over what it has left.
- Sufi epigram <))><

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Sunshine
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3 posted 2004-05-26 11:30 AM


An eclipse is still known in some civilizations to portend great, important events to occur.  Well done, Bonnie.
passing shadows
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4 posted 2004-05-26 12:31 PM


wow! stunning!
Susan
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5 posted 2004-05-26 03:00 PM


I love the feel of this, the antiquity, the myth and enchantment.  Lovely.

Smiles -- Susan

The whole of the Universe resides within each individual heart.

Susan
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6 posted 2004-05-26 03:01 PM


sorry, fogot to click library
LeeJ
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7 posted 2004-05-27 08:23 AM


absolutely stunning!

Once, this quiet garden was the haven of the enchanting
Queen of the Moon.
She was the mistress to the
flamboyant

excellent read and write, almost enveloping.

Thank you

Earth Angel
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8 posted 2004-05-27 09:21 AM


I would love to echo Marge's exuberant and very apt reply!

This was a captivating read! ~ Downright enchanting!!!!!

Sending a big appreciative hug!
EA

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