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wordancer Senior Member
since 2000-07-30
Posts 809VA |
Old is the soul that is sad and weary As the ebony shadows of long night, Once again folds over to enclose The tattered mind that seeks respite. Whisper gently in the quiet and dark Know the lost dreams of fathoms deep; Seek the rocky canyons of buried mind That grants the peace of lasting sleep. Red rivers run long, wide, and slow To be carried on the salt tide rising, At the distant end of a somber day Echoes a broken song that is dying. Lady Noggins aka Wordancer ...come, dance with me...in my world of words... |
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Marge Tindal
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
LadyNoggins~ This is so lovely. There is a serene sadness to it. 'Red rivers run long, wide, and slow' Beautiful images here. ~*Marge*~ ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ [email protected] |
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ellie LeJeune Member Elite
since 2000-01-10
Posts 4156King of Prussia, PA USA |
Dear Lady Noggins; this is beautiful. You write so well, this poem flows like the river you write of, a haunting refrain. Ellie Summers haunting melody that awakens the butterflies, calling them to join the dance in their silent song of praise to God. eL |
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