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(A Millenium) Frozen in Time
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(A Millenium) Frozen in Time |
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LadySofia Member
since 2000-05-16
Posts 238FL., USA 
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( A Millenium) Frozen in Time Glowing sky alight with snow Falling upon the ground below Covering the past with a virgin veil A quiet breeze overcoming a gale Shed a tear, found it frozen in place Trembling hands feel it upon my face A tribute to the pace of many years A release of anguish, guilt and fears Peeled the tear from its cold embrace Warmth then filled the missing space Tossed the refuse of time aside Continuing onward, moonlight as my guide Snow packed over a riverbed Crunched below my heavy tread Awaiting the breath of life again To awaken the hearts and minds of men Amanda Piatt Copyright ©2000 Amanda Piatt "To the innocent and ancient ones, the sparks which light our fires." Amanda Piatt |
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Jon Mewett Senior Member
since 2000-03-04
Posts 1304 |
I like the imagery in this a lot. Something about winter is magic. lovely Jon |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
And you write of winter's white while you play in Sunshine bright? Good job! |
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brian madden Member Elite
since 2000-05-06
Posts 4374ireland |
Well Amanda, winter can be like that, life and hope can seem pretty thin on the ground in those winter months but then there is always spring and summer just around the corner. but winter can be beautiful,I think you represented both sides prefectly its beauty and darkness. fantastic poem. |
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LadySofia Member
since 2000-05-16
Posts 238FL., USA |
To Jon, winter is a magickal time! I'm glad you enjoyed it. To Sunshine, thanks sweety! To Brian, you hit the nail on the head exactly! Thank you. ^_^ Amanda That time of year thou mayst in me behold, When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang, Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, Bare ruined choirs where late the sweet birds sang. In me thou see'st the twilight of such day, As after sunset fadeth in the west, Which by-and-by black night doth take away, Death's second self that seals up all in rest. In me thou see'st the glowing of such fire, That on the ashes of his youth doth lie, As the deathbed whereon it must expire, Consumed with that which it was nourished by. This thou perciev'st, which makes thy love more strong, To love that well which thou must leave ere long. William Shakespeare |
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