Open Poetry #6 |
One For Love |
christies heart Member
since 1999-08-10
Posts 189NJ, USA |
Have you ever listened to someone from the inside? There is magic beneath this shell we call skin, as there is an ocean of raging peace resting in the spirit of every abandoned sea shell. If we listen, if we hear, a crying wave of love recedes forever, bringing back recycled miracles to our polluted shores. Grant that I may not judge my niegbor until I have walked a mile in his moccasians Native American prayer |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
Such a beautiful and loving spirit here! Thank you for the reminder...Lovely... |
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wayoutwalt Member Elite
since 1999-06-22
Posts 4870TEXAS (it's all big) |
yuh i like this packs a punch (ow) it does! |
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christies heart Member
since 1999-08-10
Posts 189NJ, USA |
Serenity...love the screen name. Thanks for the nice reply. I often forget this about life myself and need reminding! Wayout..Thanks for the encouagement! By the way, I am just curious are you both awake at this strange hour all the time....My excuse is that I am working the midnight shift. I want to sleep!!!! If you are anywhere near a mattress (or chair) please go in it and sleep for me..ha Grant that I may not judge my niegbor until I have walked a mile in his moccasians Native American prayer |
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Michael
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Member Rara Avis
since 1999-08-13
Posts 7666California |
I would call this poem "extreme". The ending caught me so off guard - but is so true, nonetheless. Great work. Michael |
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Glorfindel Junior Member
since 2000-02-17
Posts 22Auckland, New Zealand |
This is...wow...I LOVED the imagery about the "abandoned sea shell" Let winds rage, seas boil and years curse, My love shal live everyoung in my verse. |
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christies heart Member
since 1999-08-10
Posts 189NJ, USA |
Sorry I had to send this back up cause I am wondering if anyone can tell me what the meaning of an extreme poem is.. Thank you all for such nice comments too! Grant that I may not judge my niegbor until I have walked a mile in his moccasians Native American prayer |
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