Open Poetry #43 |
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Huan Yi Member Ascendant
since 2004-10-12
Posts 6688Waukegan |
. Last night As then a full Autumn moon Slowly moved Its silent way Above across A starry sky I stood out Alone On the balcony In hand a glass Of our favorite White wine There was A scent Of something In the evening air Peach blossoms Beyond reason A delusion of the mind That’s what it gets For unguardedly listening To heartstrings being played . |
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1slick_lady Member Ascendant
since 2000-12-22
Posts 6088standing on a shadow's lace |
sigh |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
The scent of peach blossoms out of season becomes more real than that of Spring, because the heart's voice is the voice of truth. Very beautiful, John. Love, Margherita "Love is the One who masters all things; |
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Bill Charles Member Patricius
since 2000-07-11
Posts 10619highways, & byways, for now |
Haun Yi - much meaning I read in this, love this line\ 'To heartstrings being played' BC |
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2islander2 Member Ascendant
since 2008-03-12
Posts 6825by the sea |
Thank you for sharing this delicious both poem and moment described.... yann |
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steavenr Member Elite
since 2003-11-17
Posts 4058 |
this write definitely breathes the reader in...you transform the reader into the very experience...nicely done |
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suthern
since 1999-07-29
Posts 20723Louisiana |
One of your best... and that's saying a lot! |
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