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Mourning Do |
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Rodney Belcher Member
since 2000-06-06
Posts 227Taylor, Michigan |
Thick bands of light, ribbons of color < !signature-->Morph from pink to yellow to blue Long, thin clouds slowly float Escorting the coming morning The chill in the air hardly felt For the senses are in awe At God's wondrous tapestry Stoic trees stretch, trying in vain To hug the sky with their naked limbs Grass, crunchy and frosted white Tattle of my disturbing nature's artwork By highlighting my offending footprints Cold silence, so deafening I can feel it Till a bird chirps separating me from reality Love one another-let God do the worrying, Rodney [This message has been edited by Rodney Belcher (edited 12-05-2000).] |
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angelswing Senior Member
since 2000-02-10
Posts 705United Kingdom |
Wow, that is an amazing poem, it had so much imagery, I loved reading it . Thanks a lot . L.of.L. Tom . Don't try, do or do not, there is no try . - Master Yoda - |
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Rodney Belcher Member
since 2000-06-06
Posts 227Taylor, Michigan |
thank you for your kind words...amazing the observations you can make on the way home from work and taking the garbage out on a cold December morn in Michigan... Love one another-let God do the worrying, Rodney |
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Charisma
since 2000-09-30
Posts 5906lost in blue pages |
For the senses are in awe At God's wondrous tapestry ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ `love these lines....and thank you for sharing this wonderful piece. Charisma |
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