Open Poetry #2 |
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The Blanket |
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Sunshine
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The Blanket Take here now this thread of fine wool far across from the land of Ire, then take a strand from cotton’s boll spun well for strength’s desire. Add to it the touch of silk so fine spun well from nature’s own weave then take all ancestors memories from mind and thread a story of passion, and believe that this blanket of woven threads from all across those great lands could hold stories of reverence, led by open hearts, and open hands. Keep weaving the threads of silk and wool and make sure the cotton is there so that during times when nights turn cool you may wrap up in memories’ care. Then don’t forget to add poetry’s wine to the stories that wrap your arms; poetry ‘tis the lover’s song so fine and will clasp you with melody’s charm. Take not this blanket and store it away from daylight nor lonely night’s gloom but keep it out for all to see; why, weave one for every room. For my rooms are many, and I’ve many more and blankets like this are at their core; I’ll shall wrap you thus, and many others in these stories of your sisters and brothers. I love you, my child. Signed, God. In memory of my father, 1931-1988 2 September, 1999 ©KRJ ------------------ Sunshine Words will always express our feelings true. ~~~ KRJ Look, then, into thine heart, and write ~~~ Henry Wadsworth Longfellow |
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Denise
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-08-22
Posts 22648 |
Very lovely! Sometimes memories are the best blankets of all. I truly relate to this one! ![]() |
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Sunshine
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Thank you. This one means a lot to me. |
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PhaerieChild Senior Member
since 1999-08-30
Posts 1787Aloha, Oregon |
Sunshine I imagine your father is sitting on a cloud wrapped in a blanket of you smiling as he and God watch over you ------------------ Words lay dormant in the recesses of the mind til called forth to a labor of love. By WildChild |
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Starith Member
since 1999-08-18
Posts 176Leesburg, FL USA |
This is too beautiful to be way back here. Back to the top with you now. ------------------ We are only truly apperciated after we are no more! |
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LngJhnAg Member Elite
since 1999-07-23
Posts 3508Boot+Kitty=Poetry in motion |
Sunshine This was truly well done. I can almost see the glistening silk threads in the weave of wool, with the contrasting softness of the cotton. I'm sure your father would be very proud of the way you've treated your gift of words and visions. |
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Pepper Member Elite
since 1999-08-19
Posts 3079Southern Florida |
I agree with all above.....very beautiful...... ------------------ May your days be filled with lots of sunshine and your nights lit up by golden moonbeams |
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hoot_owl_rn Member Patricius
since 1999-07-05
Posts 10750Glen Hope, PA USA |
Nicely written ------------------ "Nobody has measured, not even poets, how much the heart can hold" ~Zelda Fitzgerald |
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Severn Member Rara Avis
since 1999-07-17
Posts 7704 |
What a gorgeous analogy! |
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Sunshine
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Thank you all for your comments, and may you all have blankets over your shoulders. |
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WhtDove Member Rara Avis
since 1999-07-22
Posts 9245Illinois |
What to say! Just Exceptional is all that comes to mind! |
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Sunshine
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I share this blanket with all that may need it before this night is over. {~,^} |
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Skyfyre Senior Member
since 1999-08-15
Posts 1906Sitting in Michael's Lap |
Tres magnifique! A tale well spun (pardon the pun) ... Nocht ------------------ "Nunc lento sonitu dicunt, morierus" (Now as I hear this bell tolling softly for another, it says to me, "Thou must die.") |
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Artur Hawkwing Member
since 1999-06-30
Posts 444USA |
I wish I could comment to all the poems at once! I liked this poem very much but I'm short on time, so I have to read this one over and over again. But I promise it'll be over and over, when I finally get the time. May you find shade within your blanket. |
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