Open Poetry #10 |
Molten Gold (Because I said I'd write one for Sunshine) |
Wilfred Yeats Member Elite
since 2000-08-04
Posts 2704Wilmington, Delaware |
Molten Gold Sitting, looking at the harbor The water tranquil as a still pond I can see the masts of sailboats The spiky docks like crude Tinkertoy Nets, shacks and ropes telling of the work That fishing and sailing requires Yet the sun has begun its descent The western sky holds thin clouds Dispersing its color So now these man-made things start to fall Into silhouette where they turn Into something less than the majestic trees And the rocky crags that line this haven So as the sky shifts color from white To blue, to pink to yellow It is all reflected And I'm filled with wonder At God's creation As the water turns to molten Gold |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
Thanks....just doesn't cut the mustard. So accept my humble curtsey....{~,^} this is wonderful, and I smiled at "tinkertoys..." Karilea If I whisper, will you listen?...KRJ |
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Local Rebel Member Ascendant
since 1999-12-21
Posts 5767Southern Abstentia |
pure plazma wil... |
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Sven
since 1999-11-23
Posts 14937East Lansing, MI USA |
Superb Sir. . . I can see that molten gold right now. . . Excellent. . . -------------------------------------------------------- That which gives light must endure burning --Victor Frankl |
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Martie
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
Bill--The imagery in this is beautiful..the reflection of a poet's eye. |
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