Open Poetry #49 |
The true Angelicus. |
whitbypoet1 Junior Member
since 2014-09-02
Posts 40 |
Her wings brushed the dawn and ittip toedawake Like a glimmering mirror that she looked into And the sun on the sea was a soft silver lake Awash with her wing beats as she slowly flew Over born again moments and sing again songs Like a liquefied crystalline butterfly borne On a magical charter of rights and of wrongs And wherever she fluttered, she echoed the dawn. Her eyes melted the morninginto afternoon And her smile glowed like dreams on a warm Summer’s day She sowed wishes like seeds to be born again soon For she followed life’s rhyme in her own special way, And wherever she smiled people breathed in sweet air As their lives interlinked like a bracelet of life That encircled forever entwined everywhere Each link like a man as he treasured his wife. Her voice echoed through echoes forgotten again By those shaded confessions of life gone before Like a wish in the mist or a child in the rain Or glimpse of the night through a half open door, She set down like a whisper soft silken refrain And she slowly looked round at life’s children at play Then she scattered her prayers on life’s joy and it’s pain As she opened her wings and set off on her way… |
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whitbypoet1 Junior Member
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WONDERFUL... |
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ThisDiamond Member Rara Avis
since 2002-02-22
Posts 9353Michigan, USA |
Nicely painted, morning awash with handiwork of the winged wonders of the world. TD |
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