Open Poetry #45 |
Observaton |
Elizabeth Santos Member Rara Avis
since 1999-11-08
Posts 9269Pennsylvania |
I must have seen the red leaf flying Through kaleidoscopes of fall It must have fluttered crimson colors But I really don’t recall It must have somehow etched a memory As it spun in gusty flight For I wrote o poem of how a red leaf Danced into the night I must have watched the snowflakes tumbling But I really didn’t look And yet the crystal landscape Occupies my poet book I must have spent my youth just dreaming Though I can’t remember one Yet the truth is in my poetry And cannot be undone All I’ve seen and felt is written In the form of rhythmic rhyme That flies the fragile wings of life Through open gates of time To observe is just to live And drink the beauty of it all I must have seen a red leaf flying But I really don’t recall Elizabeth Santos |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
Very soothing and familiar thoughts. Well done, Liz. |
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s1nfully_1nn0c3nt Senior Member
since 2003-10-26
Posts 1105Watertown, NY |
Yet the truth is in my poetry And cannot be undone Loved This Bit. Great Write! There are places in the heart that do not yet exist; suffering has to enter in for them to come to be - LeonBloy |
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Alison
since 2008-01-27
Posts 9318Lumpy oatmeal makes me crazy! |
Liz, You poetry really stirs my imagination and shows me pictures of life and color. Thank you for sharing - Alison |
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Chalmette Guy Senior Member
since 2009-03-11
Posts 1257Louisiana |
To observe is just to live And drink the beauty of it all I must have seen a red leaf flying But I really don’t recall This is exquisite sentiments Liz. |
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Oklahoma Rose Senior Member
since 2008-02-28
Posts 1586Oklahoma USA |
Elizabeth, this is absolutely beautiful. Your peotry is so soothing to my soul. I truly enjoy reading it. |
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AncientHippie Member
since 2009-10-15
Posts 411Surfing the Cosmic Flow |
Beautiful work, Elizabeth. Your Muse was in fine form for this work. Captures elegantly the soul of a poet. Namaste Jim "We are stardust: we are golden: and we've got to get ourselves back to the garden." --Joni Mitchell "Woodstock" |
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