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Sweet Melodies
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Sweet Melodies |
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Seymour Tabin Member Empyrean
since 1999-07-07
Posts 31720Tamarac Fla 
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Sweet Melodies Sweet melodies play my ear And move my feet to taps of do Despite the waves of lapping fear I dance upon the new born dew My steps are light upon the ground The world is waking up to dawn Where shadows move in soundless sound To sew their length upon the morn The tree wakes up in mornings shimmer The sky has gone from dark to grey And light now paints a morning’s glimmer The clouds now move in dancing gay And there upon the ground in light A doorway to the bright of day Where birds once more take to flight Awake and busy on their way They fly the sky now full of gold And I am also of this mould |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
My steps are light upon the ground The world is waking up to dawn Where shadows move in soundless sound To sew their length upon the morn The tree wakes up in mornings shimmer The sky has gone from dark to grey And light now paints a morning’s glimmer The clouds now move in dancing gay ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ All one needs to do to hear sweet melodies, is read your poetry aloud... your cadence is music to me ears.  Good morning me sweet Sy-babers.  *ww*    |
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Seymour Tabin Member Empyrean
since 1999-07-07
Posts 31720Tamarac Fla |
JM, Good morning love, just getting ready to leave. I'll write again if I can steal some time. |
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LeeJ Member Patricius
since 2003-06-19
Posts 13296 |
this, as you describe, and you, are the best part of mornings wake up call... Loved this Sy |
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Startime55 Member Elite
since 2003-04-05
Posts 2148Alberta, Canada |
Every time you write a poem you take us on a flight of joy with you so yes indeed you are of the same mould....A delight to read first thing in the morning as the sun turns the world to gold once more...*big hugs* |
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Nightshade 
since 2001-08-31
Posts 13962just out of reach |
I believe LeeJ's comment says it all Seymour. I have missed reading you while I have been on holiday. Big hugs, Chris Poetry is an echo, asking a shadow to dance. |
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