Open Poetry #46 |
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Huan Yi Member Ascendant
since 2004-10-12
Posts 6688Waukegan |
. This small Crimson stone Drawn from Fallen autumn leaves I take for remembrance There are new cabins Along the shore— though gratefully One cannot always see them Hidden as they are among the trees Ducks and geese Wake the surface of the lake Whose water ripples With each passing breeze Is it now a school or church bell That rings so slowly Adding its chill to the dusky air The moon just rising In the East . |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
If it is really a bell, sir, then it is most likely a church... unless you are in an old, old town. And wouldn't that be a wonderful place to listen to bells. |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
Very nice imagery and sound. Margherita |
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easy1 Senior Member
since 2010-05-22
Posts 1209Southeastern USA |
This poem is a schooling. Thanks for the thoughtful use of the word "wake" here. |
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Huan Yi Member Ascendant
since 2004-10-12
Posts 6688Waukegan |
. Thanks for reading The use of "wake" was intentional given its varied definitions. Thanks again John . |
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