Open Poetry #43 |
time was then |
steavenr Member Elite
since 2003-11-17
Posts 4058 |
the time was then when it was now and now was when it would someday be as life was fragile yet simple in its living and its constancy for thoughts were like the south-warmed wind that blows its strains so subtly warming soft the views we've seen into long-lived thoughts as memory pressing our minds into molds of heart while loosing our dreams in reverie stitching the threads of remembering while fantasy turns into reality the time was then when it was now and now was when it would someday be |
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Robert E. Jordan Member Rara Avis
since 2008-01-25
Posts 8541Philadelphia, Pennsylvania |
Yo Steavenr, This moves along very rhythmically. I like that about it. Bobby |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
"for thoughts were like the south-warmed wind that blows its strains so subtly warming soft the views we've seen into long-lived thoughts as memory" I especially like the above line, thought the entire poem is well written, and gently evocative of fond memories. |
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