Open Poetry #41 |
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Please Read: Meaningful. |
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PrestonThePoet Member
since 2007-11-07
Posts 87 |
Glacial Spires dart through the sky and puncture the ground. Spring water rushes through every crack; every crevice. Leaving no dry ground to tread on; Leaving it clear, luminous and treacherous, But, you still try to cross. Even though you know you won’t get there, or back. You throw yourself at the task ahead. I guess I’m the anchor rope. Holding your life by woven hope; I won’t snap don’t worry. Your love will keep me forever strong. |
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aziza Member Elite
since 2006-07-09
Posts 2995Lumpy Oatmeal makes me Crazy! |
I read and I enjoyed a lot. Beautiful images that you are writing in these words. Thank you. A |
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Earth Angel Member Empyrean
since 2002-08-27
Posts 40215Realms of Light |
Hi, Preston! Some striking images there!!! The following lines are especially meaningful to me: "I guess I’m the anchor rope. Holding your life by woven hope;" ~ Creatively expressed! ![]() ![]() Linda |
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