Dark Poetry #2 |
Gift of Sight |
Chere Junior Member
since 2000-07-26
Posts 18 |
Thoughts adrift, hidden upon a hilltop Born out of a breath from thy forest And raised by the hush of the land That lay in stillness upon him Crunching leaves breaking endlessly below his feet Serve to strengthen yet another feat For he kneads by touching But, first in seeing Yes, first in feeling Hands open Stretched before the sun of the moon As thy midnight stars enfolding Patterns in swirls delight Yes, this is the part he loves most To stand in silence, yet hear and listen To the calling winds rising from the hush of the land Easel in hand He finds a tool to breathe Finding thy way with great ease As simple petals fall unto his breath And the wind gathers his flight Chere* |
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Broken_Heart Member
since 2000-07-24
Posts 57Netherlands |
Wow!! Great poem! It makes you think about the fact that not everyone is gifted with sight... Nice Job... Sincerely Broken_Heart Darkness upholds Light as much as Holiness downs the Evil within... |
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JohnDLeclare Junior Member
since 2000-07-26
Posts 43 |
I would love to see a painting of this vision John D |
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catalinamoon
since 2000-06-03
Posts 9543The Shores of Alone |
Very beautiful. Loved it. Catalinamoon |
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SpitFire Member Elite
since 2000-04-19
Posts 2396 |
~How truly beautiful. Welcome here Chere,...nice to "meet" you. This poem is so lovely in it's reading. Take care C. *Peace. |
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Hardrock Senior Member
since 2000-02-14
Posts 948New Hampshire, USA |
Yes, Chere...I second all that has been said about your poem. Very nice work. Hardrock |
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kynder Senior Member
since 2000-04-11
Posts 537Tallahassee, Florida |
such delicate imagery!! wonderful work!! keep it up!! kynder Sunshine can not bleach The snow, Nor time unmake what Poets know. Ralph Waldo Emerson |
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