Open Poetry #43 |
The Great Divorce |
Huan Yi Member Ascendant
since 2004-10-12
Posts 6688Waukegan |
. Obviously I’m new here Though in truth There is a sense Of déjà vu On the hills The orchards Are heavy with fruit The wheat in the fields Gold with grain There’s a smell Of the sea In the pale blue air Through which flights Of birds in pairs Flutter among the trees I imagine With minor variations To suit individual needs This is probably How it’s supposed to be Up the road Are houses with gardens Of a little town The sounds of voices In a breeze . |
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OwlSA Member Rara Avis
since 2005-11-07
Posts 9347Durban, South Africa |
I can feel the isolation in this stark, beautiful poem, and it unnerves me . . . - Owl |
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secondhanddreampoet Member Ascendant
since 2006-11-07
Posts 6394a 'Universalist' ! |
in my ever-most-humble opinion, THIS is one of you very best, John! serious and long-sustained applause!! |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
More serendipity-- I'm reading that now. AND? I have been having the "house" dreams again... You always impress me, but this time I'm feeling a little freaky. *grin* |
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Huan Yi Member Ascendant
since 2004-10-12
Posts 6688Waukegan |
. Thank you all John . |
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