Open Poetry #50 |
eternal |
2islander2 Member Ascendant
since 2008-03-12
Posts 6825by the sea |
I cross in the middle of herons, With my sad and motionless song, Me, the poet in thousand sorrows, Which the muse abandons of his love, I can't more smile nor cry To people who break my looks, I simply want to wake up In the round song of the herons which dream. They dream on pure air and on sky, On profound silence as life, Allow to pass Me in the middle of herons, Then listen eternity to song. |
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Bluesy Socrateaser Member Elite
since 2002-11-07
Posts 2417In The Mirror |
Like yourself yann, your poetry is ever-changing. The Herons you refer to are remarkable birds far more intricate in design than the poet's eyes can see. They neither gain nor lose love, yet as their broad wings spread preparing for flight, they take the hearts of many into skies of myriad colors. ...just bein' Bluesy [This message has been edited by Bluesy Socrateaser (12-15-2017 08:46 PM).] |
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Poet In Pink Senior Member Posts 1066 MI |
Dear Yann your thoughts are so beautiful as I read ~ Your poetic creations my friend are a eternal song So enjoyed! Alana |
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