Open Poetry #40 |
Parting |
trutodaraiders Senior Member
since 2006-12-02
Posts 820CA |
Dreams, unlike eagles, often fly in pairs Winding their way down the mind's countless stairs To wearily reach their destination or task, A well of ideas or some thoughts of the past. One dreamer had an eagle to guide his soul, Another a dragon for a goddess too bold; Together, none could halt their endless tread On immortal minds and poets long dead; But the eagle-shape yearned to fly ever higher, To lose the sounds of the flock's paltry choir, To dare the threat of the Sun's searing deeds, To plunge like Icarus among all fallen seeds. The dragon-dreamer stood cold as winterstone, Dreaming her dreams, as always alone. Yet one still hopes again they will merge However improbable, however absurd; So the dreamer sits a prince among birds Waiting for a poem from the Goddess of Words. Poetry is just the evidence of life. |
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Roniece Dawson-Bruce Member Ascendant
since 2000-01-29
Posts 5689Sydney, Australia |
Bill this is lovely... RDB xx Be kind at heart....for everyone you meet has their own battle to fight......... |
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The Lady Member Rara Avis
since 2005-12-26
Posts 7634The Southwest |
ethereal Bill did I say I like the way you write? |
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