Open Poetry #42 |
Cloverfields |
SilhouetteMarquis Junior Member
since 2008-02-07
Posts 32 |
Far beyond the likes of many lonely days Pompously sits a clover in a meadow. The clover in this meadow has reason for belief That he is why the Sun brightly shines Why the wind whines, why trees respond with the falling of a leaf Swaying to and fro, his emerald colors show His majesty is only for the skies for it to know. But burning blaze of forest light Silhouette our tiny clover friend There's no place to go, for now a wall of heat Englufs of what was his. Now crisping timber in the hallow air, is now for his mortal enemy. Soon, he will become embers in the night As he is now for the burning, rising flames. |
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TomMark Member Elite
since 2007-07-27
Posts 2133LA,CA |
beautiful poem. like a song. Beautiful. enjoyed. |
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XMorbidxAngelX New Member
since 2008-02-19
Posts 4Hawaii |
very nice=] |
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XMorbidxAngelX New Member
since 2008-02-19
Posts 4Hawaii |
very nice=] |
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XMorbidxAngelX New Member
since 2008-02-19
Posts 4Hawaii |
very nice=] |
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