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Making Ways
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Making Ways |
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ThisDiamond Member Rara Avis
since 2002-02-22
Posts 9353Michigan, USA |
The mind will tender prisms in the ways of ancient prints Dressed in the spirit of the woods, I have followed shining glints Of your magic Sprinkled on the grass Fondling my steps to be assured attentive pass Then hidden, as the mist of morning cloaks a soft horizon Bearing tears to brim in thrall of heavens heart its siphon Awash and new Again to see in colors blown in seeds of optimistic winds A love as this resplendent in its nature, greater grown in spins Seeking virgin soils, finding first to travel paths Dreaming to familiar feel its afterglow and aftermaths Well your hidden coves brought forth on wistful sighs Standing there beyond my reach, and soft beseeches rise And I have come to find your truest self Among the daisy chains, across a continental shelf Signaling to chemistries inside That fairs the enth degrees of far and wide And distance becomes a measurement of pride The space between a single side Copyright Kkh 6/20/04 |
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Sadelite Member Elite
since 2003-10-11
Posts 2519 |
It's good to read your work again, T.D. You have golden words. Sadelite |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
how do you do that? |
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Kevo Member
since 2004-06-02
Posts 466Navarro County, Texas, USA |
Such an impressive and tender poem. You write with such clarity. I can't fathom the gift you have been given in rhyme. I have written some good rhyming poems but your rhyming is of a caliber well above my own. Great one! Kevin |
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Ericc Member Elite
since 2003-01-31
Posts 4178 |
Beautiful! Eric |
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