Open Poetry #11 |
she was born |
bsquirrel
since 2000-01-03
Posts 7855 |
The day she died was the day her saint died. Red apple roses and candles at her feet. She held a book so tightly, you couldn't read the title or guess its poetic weight. With her great, dark eyes she thought not of her tome, but the day's faded stars. Her granddaughter laid a sword on the simple box, gripped but once before. The candles were scented. The box was lowered. And they sang tomorrow is a prayer. |
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Kethry Member Rara Avis
since 2000-07-29
Posts 9082Victoria Australia |
bsquirrel, what a vivid and compelling read. live long, write on Kethry Religion is for people frightened about going to hell - Spirituality is for people who have been there. Anon. |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
This is beautiful and tells me that dreamers indeed live on... thank you for sharing... Karilea If I whisper, will you listen?... I would rather be silent and write, than speak loudly and be bound. KRJ |
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SEA
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Member Seraphic
since 2000-01-18
Posts 22676with you |
Mike~ this is really wonderful........I hope you have a great Christmas! -SEA |
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bsquirrel
since 2000-01-03
Posts 7855 |
Thanks, everyone. I hope you all have happy holidays. Mike |
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jwesley Member Rara Avis
since 2000-04-30
Posts 7563Spring, Texas |
Heartfelt write, Mike...my the season be good to you. jwesley |
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ethome Member Patricius
since 2000-05-14
Posts 11858New Brunswick Canada |
I know this was a sad occasion but you certainly write about it in such a understanding and heartfelt way...the beauty within the reality of finality is truly expressed......have a nice holiday Mike! |
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