Open Poetry #48 |
My home (the promised poem about pine trees) |
Gale Senior Member
since 2013-06-10
Posts 578Russia |
. It’s raining tonight. I’m walking alone The sound of my steps and breathing The windows around me, their pastel glow Attracting my soul and teasing Your stormy southwest, I’m feeling the blow Embracing me, lost and wet… I’m thinking of people, the people I know And those, whom I never met Their house is built, their children are born Their trees grow high in the yard And flowers bloom in spite of the thorns Though thorns make a perfect guard A beautiful garden, maintained so well The garden of someone’s dream The lilac aroma, the drops of bluebells And maples, and apple-trees But when I imagine my own home The sacred place of my heart I see not the beauty behind the haw A view from the postal card I draw the picture of me in the dark Awaiting for you on the step The evening is clear with starry sparks And one is asleep in my lap My thoughts are serene, for soon you will come Although you are late sometimes The wild rose is whispering in the calm Replied by the candles of pines . October 2013 . |
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KerriB New Member
since 2013-10-14
Posts 7 |
I love the rhythm and sounds in this poem. Especially like these lines: "Their trees grow high in the yard And flowers bloom in spite of the thorns Though thorns make a perfect guard" Fine writing. kerri |
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OwlSA Member Rara Avis
since 2005-11-07
Posts 9347Durban, South Africa |
This is exquisite, Galina - I think my favourite of all of yours that I have seen. I can hear it, see it, smell it, and the tears well in my eyes for your longing for him who is not there. Owl |
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Gale Senior Member
since 2013-06-10
Posts 578Russia |
Kerri, Owl, thank you both for reading and commenting! I'm glad that you like this piece ) |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
Lovely poetry, Gale. Delightful to read. ~*~ Your past is just a story. Once you realize this, it has no power over you. ~*~ |
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EmmaRose Senior Member
since 2011-03-02
Posts 1376Midwest |
I liked the mood of this, the rose at the end , outstanding ! |
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Paul D. Hennigan Member
since 2009-02-03
Posts 52Texas USA |
It flows so well...nicely done! |
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jwesley Member Rara Avis
since 2000-04-30
Posts 7563Spring, Texas |
Found myself sitting on the steps next to you, my friend, invisibly seeing what you see, hearing your toughts, sensing what you feel. I was there, in spirit/mind, watching . . . waiting. Excellent piece. jimmy |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
nice...James |
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Gale Senior Member
since 2013-06-10
Posts 578Russia |
Thank you, Jerry! I'm glad that you enjoyed it ) And I'm happy to read your comment! |
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Gale Senior Member
since 2013-06-10
Posts 578Russia |
Thank you, Emma Rose! I think that the wild rose means the same as the dog rose ) But I have to say that I love roses in general. My granddad grew beautiful roses in his garden when I was a little child, and I always loved their aroma and beautiful petals ) |
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Gale Senior Member
since 2013-06-10
Posts 578Russia |
Thank you, Paul, for reading and your kind words! |
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Gale Senior Member
since 2013-06-10
Posts 578Russia |
Thank you, Jimmy! It's great that my poem could take your your fancy ) |
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Gale Senior Member
since 2013-06-10
Posts 578Russia |
Thank you, James! I appreciate your comment very much! And thank everyone for reading! |
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