Open Poetry #7 |
silent echoes |
Enotneicna Member
since 1999-06-06
Posts 340Oakland, Or, USA |
silent echoes whispers of wind rustle of tree patter of rain stir the shadows to light and give rise to incoherent murmurs draughts from the depths of the soul wraiths of dark and light born on flights of fancy through dreams abtruse desires stir the shadows to light patter of rain rustle of tree whispers of wind silent echoes SLR 4-21-00 Words are my medicine. Read and live and love and heal! |
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Enotneicna Member
since 1999-06-06
Posts 340Oakland, Or, USA |
This is the first poem I've written since February 4th. Words are my medicine. Read and live and love and heal! |
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Marge Tindal
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
Sharon~ I wondered where you've been. I visited your home page again and again. It is still so pretty and so serene. Good to have you back in here, gal. ~*Marge*~ ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ noles1@totcon.com |
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Enotneicna Member
since 1999-06-06
Posts 340Oakland, Or, USA |
Marge, Thanks for the welcome back. I had a craft fair to go to the last weekend in march......but didn't doo very well. They seems to want stuff that took 20 minutes to throw together and i mean throw together. And after I had a major case of burn-out. hope to be writing more and more very soon......Spirit willing. Many blessings always. Words are my medicine. Read and live and love and heal! |
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Rosemary J. Gwaltney Senior Member
since 1999-08-26
Posts 997northern mountains, Idaho |
Lovely, meticulously worded poem, filled with emotion. |
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