Open Poetry #12 |
Of Song |
Lady Ollyne Member
since 2001-01-08
Posts 337East Coast |
Of Song Of nighttime shadows reflecting on shore Resting on edges, as the hour nears Thoughts traced in sand, mine, expressing the lure Song's of the moon, of direction one steers Of beauty in darkness, each twinkle of star Rhythms mine heart, being captive in "awe" Daring to love thee today, as thou are Secrets to whisper, in shadows that fall Of passion, the depth of beams shared, of smiles Gifted to eyes 'neath the moon held by sea Darkness wills sleeping, unseen she beguiles Kissed lays on edges of waves touching thee Laden in darkness, listening to song Of moon, it's fade as the morrow comes strong... longing for the morrow, and thee Lady Ollyne "O, learn to read what silent love hath writ: To hear with eyes belongs to love's fine wit"...Shakespeare |
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pixiechild Junior Member
since 2001-02-02
Posts 35 |
nice poem!! beautiful words indeed. keep it up..i'm looking forward into reading more of your work. pix |
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ethome Member Patricius
since 2000-05-14
Posts 11858New Brunswick Canada |
Well chosen words in this poem and a very enjoyable read! Reality seldom bears the possibilities of imagination! |
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Lady Ollyne Member
since 2001-01-08
Posts 337East Coast |
Pix, I am thanking thee for taking a moment to read words from mine heart... Lady Ollyne "O, learn to read what silent love hath writ: To hear with eyes belongs to love's fine wit"...Shakespeare |
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Lady Ollyne Member
since 2001-01-08
Posts 337East Coast |
Sir Ethome, Responses from thee warm this lady on a cold winter's morn... Lady Ollyne "O, learn to read what silent love hath writ: To hear with eyes belongs to love's fine wit"...Shakespeare |
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Sven
since 1999-11-23
Posts 14937East Lansing, MI USA |
Poet Fair *bowing the morn has come, the sun shines bright in sky above and, oe'r the quiet of the moor, comes thy voice of love singing songs and melodies that touch the heart and to a lonely and darkened world, tender love imparts. . . forgive me if I seem forward Poet Fair, but thy words have brought forth a spontaneous bit of words of mine own, which I hope that thou findest pleasing to thine eye and comforting to thy spirit. . . thanks to thee for sharing thy words on this brightest and boldest of days. . . *bowing* ------------------------------------------------------- To the world, you may only be one person. But to one person, you may be the world. |
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Lady Ollyne Member
since 2001-01-08
Posts 337East Coast |
Sir Sven, I do believe that I shall reply in kind, with the use of thy words as the day progresses, and hope ye shall enjoy what thine eyes shall view .. Lady Ollyne "O, learn to read what silent love hath writ: To hear with eyes belongs to love's fine wit"...Shakespeare |
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