Open Poetry #4 |
Like the flies upon the glass |
Master Senior Member
since 1999-08-18
Posts 1867Boston, MA |
Like the flies upon the glass Thirsty eyes are licking dust Of ancient verses Rusty words turn into gold Brushing off the silver mold As the time reverses Lights won’t fade into the dark Starting fire spark by spark Sparkling on the page And the pen begins to bleed Planting slowly seed by seed On the snowy range Harvest, lined up into rows, Quickly flourishes and grows Not awaiting spring Breaking calmly through the snow My emotion starts to flow Sinking in the ink ------------------ I fell in love and kept on falling |
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Denise
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-08-22
Posts 22648 |
This is wonderful, Master. So well written and descriptive! ------------------ Denise |
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hoot_owl_rn Member Patricius
since 1999-07-05
Posts 10750Glen Hope, PA USA |
I like the rhyme scheme you used in this posting |
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Martie
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
Very well done! |
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Master Senior Member
since 1999-08-18
Posts 1867Boston, MA |
Thanks everyone! |
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Andrew Scott Member Elite
since 1999-06-24
Posts 2558Redlands,CA,USA |
Sounding good. Agree with Lady Hoot. |
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Master Senior Member
since 1999-08-18
Posts 1867Boston, MA |
Thank you Andrew! |
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