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Huan Yi Member Ascendant
since 2004-10-12
Posts 6688Waukegan 
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. The first light Shines through old bottles I brought back from the sea They stand on the sill Full of memories Distilled to silence The passage of time Theirs my own How we met offshore Under the layers Of what seems now Rendered to tones Of gold and blue How much I cherish The vacancy of you The absolute authority On all that’s wrong With the world Here alone with them In my ignorance I find enough for joy Still warm from a dream In this morning hour . |
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Ron63 Junior Member
since 2012-03-18
Posts 49Suffolk, Eng, UK |
'The first light shines thro old bottles' what a fantastic opening to a poem that echoes the opening of a new day. I love those lines, which paints a homely picture of early morning sunrise. The poem flows really well, even when reading silently. This is an acomplished poem as far as I'm concerned. Well written and I certainly enjoyed it. |
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Klassy Lassy Member Elite
since 2005-06-28
Posts 2187Oregon |
Old bottles, vacant, yet full of history to wander. That second to last stanza really tugs at my mind. The peace of awaking all to soon leaves the door open to a jarring world. I concur with Ron, this is excellent poetry...loved the colors and the idea of ancient dreams still gathering the newness of morning. Karen |
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Marchmadness Member Rara Avis
since 2007-09-16
Posts 9271So. El Monte, California |
Especially love the first verse of this excellent poem, John. Ida |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
quote: Intensely beautiful. Margherita |
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