Open Poetry #7 |
Goodnight Beautiful Sun |
X Angel Senior Member
since 1999-11-07
Posts 1521Oregon |
the late spring afternoon sun slipped her fingers between tree branches and leaves to slither them around on the verdant earth teasing and tickling the mosses warming the lush grass with her fire overreaching the shadows and dappling the deep greys into a sunshine submission as her golden fingers continued her peruse of the wakeful earth night was falling soon and the warm rays would sleep again until the 'morrow so the sun flittered and twittered and giggled her way up to the heavens back to her resting place the place where the sun goes to sleep when the moon comes out to play but in a sort of protest against the coming night the sun drug her fingers so so so slowly over the rocks, and fields, and streams as she slipped down to her eve's repose 'neath a fluffy cloud blanket with the night stars to sing her lullaby and the moon to cast soft cool light upon her sleeping face "Our life, exempt from public haunt, finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, sermons in stones, and good in everything." --William Shakespeare |
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brian madden Member Elite
since 2000-05-06
Posts 4374ireland |
That was fabulous, beautiful imagery. Excellent work. slipped her fingers between tree branches and leaves to slither them around on the verdant earth teasing and tickling the mosses warming the lush grass with her fire overreaching the shadows and dappling the deep greys into a sunshine submission as her golden fingers continued her peruse of the wakeful earth so the sun flittered and twittered and giggled her way up to the heavens back to her resting place the place where the sun goes to sleep when the moon comes out to play STUNNING. |
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Denise
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-08-22
Posts 22648 |
This is very beautiful, Heather! Simply beautiful! Denise |
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Marge Tindal
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
XAngel~ Ahhhhh ! Such serene beauty. Sunsets are rivaled by no other act of nature. God creates the masterpiece - we get to enjoy it nightly. Then He sets the moon to do her magic upon the night. What lovely images you paint. ~*Marge*~ ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ noles1@totcon.com |
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Poertree Senior Member
since 1999-11-05
Posts 1359UK |
how nice to see a poem with great and original imagery but at the same time saying beautiful and uplifting things .. so often the powerful and new images seem to be in dark pieces ..... this is a tribute to your skill heather in this type of writing .. really very good and smile making thanks P |
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