Open Poetry #40 |
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The Messengers Footprints |
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Tomer Senior Member
since 2002-06-28
Posts 1168Michigan |
Its night now And the messenger Searches for his Son through the Alley of green That scatters the Forests shade of Grassy Knowles. The night resides In his footsteps, Where time portrays Angst that this Father can’t shake. The owl spies From atop the trees Gangly branch, As the messenger Grips his sweat-ridden hands. Each step seemed Longer than the last, As if the night was The only light that Stared into his Lost, drooped face. The footprints of the forest, The remnants of struggle, This messengers journey. |
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Drauntz Member Elite
since 2007-03-16
Posts 2905Los Angeles California |
a very beautiful piece. a light, warm, soft night breeze flows. very beautiful truly. enjoyed. |
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secondhanddreampoet Member Ascendant
since 2006-11-07
Posts 6394a 'Universalist' ! |
quite an interesting 'write'! [I particularly love the ending] |
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