Open Poetry #47 |
Waiting in the Wings |
naturegirl Member
since 2009-09-30
Posts 168England |
Waiting in the Wings Breeze rustling the sighing leaves, bees dozily drone, legs heavy with pollen. Once luscious borders flag, flowers blown and fading fast. Days melding dusk into night. Dawn bringing jewel laden meadows, spun with silken webs, misty landscapes, brume filled valleys. Crisp leaves, trees withdrawing chlorophyll, choreographed, an orchestra, awaiting direction. The conductor arrives, baton heralding the majestic symphony of autumn. |
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ebonygirl Member Elite
since 2011-07-14
Posts 2000California U.S.A |
Enjoyed your poem, Ms. E |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
Yup, The conductor may be a bit premature, but that's okay, he can get the orchestra tuned up for the real thing. Nice wordplay. ~ Man who stands on toilet is high on pot. ~ |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
Nice...James |
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naturegirl Member
since 2009-09-30
Posts 168England |
thanks all, jerrypat2 don't know where you are but normally 4 seasons in one day here but lately even that's crazy, one day 30 degrees hot summer (no stop laughing), next day it's 15 degrees cooler,next day monsoon floods-not normal in england, hey ho. |
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