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Wendy Junior Member
since 1999-09-10
Posts 16Vermont |
And now one can hear The swelling in the river arteries, The dread of winter that ceases The ripples, And creeps the vein's flow To a frigid standstill. Listen to the gasp In the porosity of soil, The aching aging creak Of groundwater Sputtering to the sleeping well. See how the branches Hang heavy as eyelids Over sighing banks And sugared stones. The fences adorn their lower extremities In crispy ruffles of windswept leaves, Slippered in mold. Here the skies drape low, Veiling the peaks in godless grey, And the branches crop the air In a sage chastening. |
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Soleil Member
since 1999-06-12
Posts 113 |
Well you know I like this one. A lot. |
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Denise
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-08-22
Posts 22648 |
Wendy, this is so lovely!  ------------------ Denise |
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Balladeer
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-05
Posts 25505Ft. Lauderdale, Fl USA |
No one does it better. You are gifted, Wendy. |
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Nan
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-05-20
Posts 21191Cape Cod Massachusetts USA |
Wendy is awesome, you guys - Don't ever miss one of her poems....  |
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hoot_owl_rn Member Patricius
since 1999-07-05
Posts 10750Glen Hope, PA USA |
Wendy, this is beautiful, filled with wonderful imagery ------------------ It is better to be silent and be considered a fool, than to speak and remove all doubt. |
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