Corner Pub #2 |
Winged Shadows |
wordancer Senior Member
since 2000-07-30
Posts 809VA |
Each dawn, and once again I am called back by the sun’s golden light; bright lance thrown from the autumnal sky. The clarity of this moment strikes a bitter blow upon my shoulders. I live only to wake up, to go through the motions of endless day; in patient wait for the night. In solitude, I listen for the call of winter heard on pointed wings of the wild geese. So surely, they find their way over shadows cast by this harvest moon. If only, I could call my love back from the dark side. For he knows not, how much I grieve for him. [This message has been edited by wordancer (edited 10-06-2001).] |
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Songbird Member Elite
since 1999-12-15
Posts 2184Missouri |
So sadly beautiful. Enjoyed it very much. |
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Munda Member Elite
since 1999-10-08
Posts 3544The Hague, The Netherlands |
Such sadness, crafted into a beautiful poem. Well done! |
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ellie LeJeune Member Elite
since 2000-01-10
Posts 4156King of Prussia, PA USA |
Hauntingly beautiful! Sadness and beauty intertwined! Love, Ellie A friend hears the song in my heart, and sings it to me when my memory fails. |
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wordancer Senior Member
since 2000-07-30
Posts 809VA |
ah my friends, thank-you for seeing my words and letting me know that you did. WO |
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Trillium
since 2001-03-09
Posts 12098Idaho, USA |
So poignant and lovely! I enjoyed it! Betty Lou Hebert |
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Joyce Johnson
since 2001-03-10
Posts 9912Washington State |
Some things are not to be. Sad and lovely. Joyce |
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Moon Dust
since 1999-06-11
Posts 2177Skelmersdale, UK |
awww so sad but beauiful. I breathe the dust, the dust is me. |
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Marge Tindal
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
WordDancer~ I wish you warmth from those golden rays of morning sun~ *Hugs* ~*Marge*~ ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ |
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