Open Poetry #50 |
Tales From The Cabin That Smokes: Book Nineteen, The Climb To The Cabin; Comin' Home... |
Bluesy Socrateaser Member Elite
since 2002-11-07
Posts 2417In The Mirror |
There in front of me the hill sits, open like a poet’s notebook, devoid of any writing, merely awaiting some wandering words of inspiration The early morning mists’ presently obscure the fleeting view, as my mind tries to hold back the voice of my own awareness What was once familiar to me, is now without form or function All that was unfamiliar is now but a hint of its former self With the exception of the distant skyward church spire only the cabin’s chimney points to the vault of heaven, high above my head Ever so slowly, this constantly changing hill begins to clear, revealing all it’s many secrets and beauty, on this fresh Spring morning The hill’s mystical allure rests in many shades of green, interlacing with the cool blue sky All this, so perfectly pieced together by the warm glow of the morning sun ...as I wait now, still as a rust-frozen hinge ...just bein' Bluesy |
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Lori Grosser Rhoden Member Patricius
since 2009-10-10
Posts 10202Fair to middlin' of nowhere |
This is beautiful! Your imagery...well, let's just say I'd have been proud to have written that. And your ending, well I can't think of a better one. I really like this one too. ~L |
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Bluesy Socrateaser Member Elite
since 2002-11-07
Posts 2417In The Mirror |
You're so very kind, Lori Rhoden. I'm happy to hear you got over what had you down. Be well...always ...just bein' Bluesy |
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Poet In Pink Senior Member Posts 1066 MI |
A spectacular morning view ~ Thank you for sharing it with me ~ I so enjoyed |
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Bluesy Socrateaser Member Elite
since 2002-11-07
Posts 2417In The Mirror |
Many thanks, Miss Pinky. You're always appreciated. ...just bein' Bluesy |
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