Open Poetry #47 |
Clouds Form Again |
steavenr Member Elite
since 2003-11-17
Posts 4058 |
Rain drops weeping on the cold, clear glass Angel sages weave in life-long tapestries Proper in their dreamscapes, flowing in soft floes Cupping their hands to cold-catch majesties Of life-torn reveries cool to the touch In explosions of grandeur soft to the feel Like melted wax candles without their wicks Losing their mettle, relinquishing appeal And cloud-bursts of sorrow reign with aplomb Poise-letters abundant with grammars of ease Soft voices calling o’er passages askance While billows of wisp-clouds seek to appease Shorelines of distance as rain drops weep And clouds form again from what they did seep |
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JerryPat Senior Member
since 2010-10-30
Posts 1991Louisiana/America |
Good writing, steavenr. Creating a diversion within the mind to keep from wandering down the same old path of pain and misery is a time-honored way to exercise your mental capabilities. ~ Why Do Gorillas Have Big Nostrils? / Because They Have Big Fingers. ~ |
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rad802 Member
since 2008-04-19
Posts 279KY U.S.A. |
nice thanks |
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s1nfully_1nn0c3nt Senior Member
since 2003-10-26
Posts 1105Watertown, NY |
"And clouds form again from what they did seep" Its funny how that works eh? Enjoyed. -Trina |
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OwlSA Member Rara Avis
since 2005-11-07
Posts 9347Durban, South Africa |
Steaven, you turn sorrow and acute nostalgia, particularly in this poem, into a beauty to be savoured slowly, word, syllable, image, concept by word, syllable, image, concept. Reading this for me was a greater luxury than eating fried mushrooms (my favourite food in all the world) slowly and with my taste buds singing, followed by soft-centred coffee chocolates (my second-favourite food) eaten with almost the same passion. It was like that glorious feeling of sinking on to my bed after 20 hours of physical and mental work - however, that feeling only lasts a few seconds because I fall asleep before my head hits the pillow, almost before I get my legs into bed. I am sorry for your sadness, but look at what you did with it, as Jerry said! Owl |
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