Open Poetry #3 |
Warm snow was melting (a very old poem) |
Master Senior Member
since 1999-08-18
Posts 1867Boston, MA |
That night there was a full eclipse Warm snow was melting on her lips A scent of spring was in the air He said, “let’s go,” she asked him, “where?” They slowly wandered with no purpose Warm snow was melting on the surface He tightly held her shaking hand He said, “let’s kiss,” she asked him, “when?” Their lips have touched and frozen still Warm snow was melting on a hill Heart to a heart, eye to an eye He begged, “again!” she asked him, “why?” There was no purpose in it all Warm snow has melted in his soul In her, the snow turned into ice And she was melting in his eyes |
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Watcher666 Senior Member
since 1999-10-13
Posts 1606 |
Beautiful! ------------------ Illusion...what we see and what we do...it's all up to you. |
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WhtDove Member Rara Avis
since 1999-07-22
Posts 9245Illinois |
Whoa, liked this one much! Love the end there! |
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Master Senior Member
since 1999-08-18
Posts 1867Boston, MA |
Thank you both! |
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caroline Senior Member
since 1999-08-16
Posts 1218http://members.xoom.com/belladona123/index.htm |
Nice imagery here Master...it paints your words well ------------------ "Tread softly, for I have spread my dreams under your feet"~~William Butler Yeats |
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Martie
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
I read this several times. REally liked the mood you created. Well done! |
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Master Senior Member
since 1999-08-18
Posts 1867Boston, MA |
Thanks Caroline and Martie! Glad you liked it! |
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Munda Member Elite
since 1999-10-08
Posts 3544The Hague, The Netherlands |
Master, this is beautiful ! : ) |
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Denise
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-08-22
Posts 22648 |
Very nice, Master, enjoyed this very much! ------------------ Denise |
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Marge Tindal
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
I think I was there on that snow-capped hill. Breathlessly awaiting the melt ... Beautiful, just beautiful. ------------------ ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ noles1@totcon.com |
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