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Madness of the Mississippi Mist |
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Poet deVine
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-05-26
Posts 22612Hurricane Alley |
The madness of the Mississippi mist settled like dew on her golden hair she danced around the field that night arms aloft, without a worldly care. The night birds flying close to her could hear her crooning an eerie hymn she was a part of the darkling night a midnight seraphim. Her nightgown of pure white cotton clung to her girlish frame bare feet flew in a pagan dance that was wild and without shame. As untamed as any gypsy wench she twirled in girlish delight unseen, unheard by mortal man a child of the night. When she tired, she stopped a bit to speak to the whispering wind she became the mist, the night, the darkness called Rosalind. (Note: this is a repost from Open #1 and I changed the title - it used to be "Rosalind") |
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Marge Tindal 
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
Poet DeVine - The gypsy in me dances in your Mississippi Mist of Maddness. I wasn't around for Forum #1 ... so glad you put it here. I think the name change suits it well. ~*Marge*~ ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ noles1@totcon.com |
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Michael
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Member Rara Avis
since 1999-08-13
Posts 7666California |
Wow, this is exquisite, Lady DeVine. I never caught it in open one - probably posted when I still had my head in the sand..LOL I am so glad you reposted it though. Very inspiring piece. Michael |
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Denise
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since 1999-08-22
Posts 22648 |
Beautiful! I also missed this in Open #1. Thanks for reposting it! Denise |
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hoot_owl_rn Member Patricius
since 1999-07-05
Posts 10750Glen Hope, PA USA |
Oh, this is beautiful PDV. I love the imagery you used in this one  |
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Local Rebel Member Ascendant
since 1999-12-21
Posts 5767Southern Abstentia |
Having felt the Mississipi mist in my tenure there, I was taken back again... so that's who she is? Thanks ;-) |
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Iloveit Senior Member
since 1999-09-02
Posts 1121NM |
will ditto hoot on this one, really beautiful |
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Mike Member Elite
since 1999-06-19
Posts 2462 |
He espied a whirling durbish, Beneath a Mississippi moon, Her frame was slightly girlish, But in his soul, felt lustful swoon, For in her whirling, twirling dance, Felt kiss of whispering wind, To lose his mortal soul would chance, A dance of pagan ritual, with mist, with Rosiland. |
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Poet deVine
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-05-26
Posts 22612Hurricane Alley |
Thank you all! And Mike, thank you for your very appropriate poetic response! I love it!  |
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Coegwyr Junior Member
since 1999-12-20
Posts 35 |
Hey PDV is Rosiland on ICQ? Fine poem btw |
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Marta Junior Member
since 1999-12-20
Posts 18 |
Poet DeVine, I find this poem intriguing. |
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caroline Senior Member
since 1999-08-16
Posts 1218http://members.xoom.com/belladona123/index.htm |
Simply stellar, Poet DeVine...absolutely fabulous! I can see her there in the mist... Love this poem!!!It's not the love you fear, but the fall from the height~Edwin McCain |
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Balladeer
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-05
Posts 25505Ft. Lauderdale, Fl USA |
Glad you brought it back, deVine one. This is not to be mist. |
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Nan
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-05-20
Posts 21191Cape Cod Massachusetts USA |
Gotta love that gypsy song..... I remember it and still enjoyed it as much...Good one PdV... |
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WhtDove Member Rara Avis
since 1999-07-22
Posts 9245Illinois |
I honestly can't remember if I read this one before or not! But I love it anyhow! Breath taking. |
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littleJas Junior Member
since 1999-12-22
Posts 39Australia |
This is a wonderful poem. I can see her dancing , a picture is so clear through your words |
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Alwye
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Member Elite
since 1999-06-16
Posts 3850In the space between moments |
Wow, Ms. deVine, I am breathless...this is truly beautiful. *Krista Knutson* ~*Like a lion, without fear of the howling pack, Like a gust of wind, ne'er trapped in a snare, Like a lotus blossom, ne'er sprinkled by water, Let me, like a unicorn, in solitude roam.*~ Hymn Of Buddha |
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