Open Poetry #47 |
September |
Huan Yi Member Ascendant
since 2004-10-12
Posts 6688Waukegan |
. The moon glides low Over silent meadows A river flows Toward an open sea What then now is If only as symbol Oak leaves rustle In a passing breeze The small white house A single candle Where once was love Is always home Deer come down Through autumn shadows To lick white salt From colored stone . |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
quote: And rising melancholy is healed. Beautiful! M |
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suthern
since 1999-07-29
Posts 20723Louisiana |
The small white house A single candle Where once was love Is always home These lines really touched me... beautiful write! |
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LeeJ Member Patricius
since 2003-06-19
Posts 13296 |
beautiful! Sept krept in so fast, I hardly had time to enjoy summer? Where does the time go? |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
Beautifully rendered, Huan. ~~ How come abbreviated is such a long word? ~~ |
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ice Member Elite
since 2003-05-17
Posts 3404Pennsylvania |
Excellent poetry..composition, delivery, theme, and ending. Come read to me some poem, |
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