Open Poetry #40 |
Four Graces |
Huan Yi Member Ascendant
since 2004-10-12
Posts 6688Waukegan |
. There they are Each Of course In her own way Beautiful Their gazes fill the air With a special kind of alchemy That is not there before One does not enter the room And not feel he has left behind The world he knew outside the door And found within That lambent sense of Elysium The ancients wished for In their prayers And when in time His own end has come Perhaps such awe Will know reward Where those dreams Again becoming— gentle guides Shyly take him home . |
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1slick_lady Member Ascendant
since 2000-12-22
Posts 6088standing on a shadow's lace |
i saw a beautiful cameo with the graces on it...it was beautiful... [This message has been edited by 1slick_lady (06-08-2007 09:17 AM).] |
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Huan Yi Member Ascendant
since 2004-10-12
Posts 6688Waukegan |
. Thank you Helen. Mine, each as a separate painted portrait, reside together on my office wall. I am very fortunate to be in their care. Thanks again, John . |
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Drauntz Member Elite
since 2007-03-16
Posts 2905Los Angeles California |
----I am so fortunate to post after you told the graces of your poem. I thought it was the picture of the three graces plus you. I felt so lucky that I did not post my response soon otherwise I surly will get a goof laugh from you. a very loud good laugh from you. "Where those dreams Again becoming— gentle guides Shyly take him home" love this S. beautiful. --Four Graces the sinewy hand of mountain waves to the green memory of spring the winter's first warm smile blooms a butterfly in sleeping (Pine, bamboo, plum flower, orchard) [This message has been edited by Drauntz (06-09-2007 03:29 AM).] |
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