Open Poetry #43 |
Sustenance |
ThisDiamond Member Rara Avis
since 2002-02-22
Posts 9353Michigan, USA |
Sustenance At dawn, I stood at God’s table Watching the hawk take its breakfast Drinking the wine of sunrise into my soul Awakening the limp muscles beating stir Feeling the fleet of autumn softly purr In its widespread colors annunciating clearly Breezed in trepidation nearly Leaving note, one by one on the ground Blessed by all the wonder to be found Bowing softly, as day makes a precise Statement of thought as food Copyright Kkh 10/17/08 |
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Marchmadness Member Rara Avis
since 2007-09-16
Posts 9271So. El Monte, California |
Excfellent writing, Diamond. Especially like "feeling the fleet of autumn softly purr." Ida |
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Bill Charles Member Patricius
since 2000-07-11
Posts 10619highways, & byways, for now |
ThisDiamond - Nice write, as you do... BC |
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Robert E. Jordan Member Rara Avis
since 2008-01-25
Posts 8541Philadelphia, Pennsylvania |
Yo ThisDiamond, This sounds good. I just don't know about thought as food. That doesn't sound very satisfying. Of course that's me. Bobby |
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WindWalker Senior Member
since 2001-10-12
Posts 1218 |
This is really good!!!! |
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Artic Wind Member Rara Avis
since 2007-09-16
Posts 8080Realm of Supernatural |
Drinking the wine of sunrise into my soul....." My favorite line in this poem!~ I don't know why, it just speaks to me LOL Nice write as always!! ARCTIC WIND |
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