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~Shadows of The Sea~
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~Shadows of The Sea~ |
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Alwye
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since 1999-06-16
Posts 3850In the space between moments 
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O'er the meadow fanned of green, And sprayed with wistful breeze, A fallen heart lays in ruin, Among shadows of the sea. Lacen gown kissed with dew, But stained with tear-filled dreams, Her soul is quietly wading, Where no trace of moonlight gleams. Inky waves roll with the night, Rising with the tide of time, Silent breaths begin to fade, As sorrow's grasp becomes sublime. Darkness folds with icy grip, As shimmering spirit sinks below, But just as light is truly absent, A gentle touch begins to glow. With grace's mellow flutter, She's lifted from the blackness, And an angel's hymn she hears, A song creating touchable bliss. So o'er the meadows fanned of green, And sprayed with wistful breeze, An enlightened heart now reigns, Far from shadows of the sea. *Krista Knutson* As soon as man does not take his existence for granted, but beholds it as something unfathomably mysterious, thought begins. ~*Albert Schweitzer*~ |
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Meadowmuse Member Elite
since 1999-12-27
Posts 3263 |
Krista, this is beautiful...full of emotion, imagery, restoration...just lovely! ~ Claire |
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Dawn Eclipse Senior Member
since 2000-01-31
Posts 637The Horsehead Nebula |
Krista, that was beautiful. You have such a gift... I can never seem to wait to read another poem or story addition. I like this part.. though it is not the whole sentence... "Inky waves roll with the nigh, Rising with the tide of time," It was awesome! Your poem was beautiful... you have to write much much more! "It is in our aloneness that we recognize our oneness, even as the single droplet of water knows also that it is the sea."Daniel *Cassie Roseen* |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
wow girl...this is exquisite, the imagery is awesome as always in your work...the visions of the sea is perfect... you know as I was reading this I was thinking this was like a "feminine" version of a poem like Michael wrote about the ocean... (I hope neither of you mind me saying that)..its meant as a compliment both ways (SMILE) superb work, jm The stars shine so bright, now's the time I close my eyes - soft wind touch my face, Cool sand upon the place where I once kissed you And held you close. Now I will reach for the stars... Because Oh my love, that's where you are... Though the storms of black night rage on I still see your face I still feel your lips on mine And though my heart feels all alone without you I still hear you sing to me I still hear your voice on the sea... vertical horizon |
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Mike Member Elite
since 1999-06-19
Posts 2462 |
Beautifully written... I enjoyed very much. |
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Dusk Treader
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Senior Member
since 1999-06-18
Posts 1187St. Paul, MN |
Great poem Krista! You built the scene wonderfully in my mind with your delightful imagery. And I liked how you used the opposite of the first verse for the final. Wonderful work, Krista. Abrahm Simons "...Watching fate as it flows down the path we have chose" - Trent Reznor, "We're in this Together" |
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Marge Tindal 
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
Krista~ Sooooooo pretty. 'So o'er the meadows fanned of green, And sprayed with wistful breeze' Lifted from the shadows ... and it sounds like you are. Blessings to you. ~*Marge*~ ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ [email protected] |
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Elizabeth Santos Member Rara Avis
since 1999-11-08
Posts 9269Pennsylvania |
Beautiful words exquisitly strung together Magnificent Liz |
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ESP Member Elite
since 2000-01-25
Posts 2556Floating gently on a cloud.... |
This is an amazing poem...the use of imagery so beautifully totally awes me...post some more of these gems!! Love and hugs, Lizzie  |
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Alwye
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Member Elite
since 1999-06-16
Posts 3850In the space between moments |
Thank you all so much for reading and responding. I appreciate it from the bottom of my heart.  *Krista Knutson* As soon as man does not take his existence for granted, but beholds it as something unfathomably mysterious, thought begins. ~*Albert Schweitzer*~ |
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