Open Poetry #6 |
My Time |
jbowie Member
since 2000-02-18
Posts 135BANGOR (that OR) ME |
Dew gathers on bowing petals as night crawlers venture forth to bask in the shallowing light of a gentle moon drifting over fragrant apple blossoms; star-lit wings of hovering moths Scents passing on the cooling breeze flow across the newly cut fields each wind with a message to deliver bringing me other restful moments as I open fully the gifts of night I stroll across the lawn wetting my feet in the dew laden grass binding myself to only this moment savoring a dark respite from the day allowing my worries to float deep into the night |
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Lost Dreamer Member Elite
since 1999-06-20
Posts 2464Somewhere near the Rainbow |
This is wonderful, what images you dazzled me with in this poem. I love it. |
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Breathe~ Member
since 2000-02-05
Posts 315Washington... |
Ahhhhhh....I am wallowing in your imagery! Your descriptions incredible...my toes are wet with dew...*grin* I can't say enough! This is pure magic... Freedom of expression is the watch word... |
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Nan
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-05-20
Posts 21191Cape Cod Massachusetts USA |
This is really good - and I've been waiting for months for just the right poem for this graphic... ...hehe [This message has been edited by Nan (edited 02-20-2000).] |
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