Open Poetry #46 |
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Goldenrose Member Elite
since 2003-05-30
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Cool dark lake, sun sparkle reflected. Duck formations in azure, white winged bird clouds aloft. Eyes closed,face flushed warm by sunstream, i listen. Squabbling wildfowl, bursts of splashing water. Echoing pigeons, light metallic jingles of finches. Droning aircraft, paper dry reeds. Eyes open, feather on water pirouetting slowly. Early evening easily spent, absorbed gratefully, prelude to nights dreaming act. Friendship is Love without his wings. Lord Byron. [This message has been edited by Goldenrose (05-21-2010 06:08 AM).] |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
what a fine use of vocabulary in this vivid description! Loving it! |
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naturegirl Member
since 2009-09-30
Posts 168England |
Beautiful. I could be sitting there myself your words are so vivid. Thank you for sharing. |
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