Open Poetry #12 |
Earth WindMoonFire |
Mysteria
since 2001-03-07
Posts 18328British Columbia, Canada |
~EARTH~WIND~MOON~FIRE~ The darkness of the sky is slowing unveiling, Beckoning me to enter the secret garden of my mind Mind's eye envisions a soft, lush, green canvas, A painting etched from the palette of a Master. The earth, wind, fire, moon and stars become alive. Evening falls, slowly it awakens the magical hours. I breathe in the day, remembering how I was soothed. Drenched in the sensuous curves of life’s landscape. Safely, Mother Nature held me gently to her trunk. I watch as feathery, clouds journey to nowhere. How long have I waited to think these words? To softly sing the notes of this song? To push back my hair, feel each gentle breeze. To simply hear the soft whispers of rustling leaves. I remember the warmth of the sun on my skin, And now chill to the coolness of the moon. Reflection of the heavens on the sea brings peace. These are the magical hours with no rhythm or rhyme. Saturated in the beauty of all creation around me. The magnitude of all things graced by his touch. As I awaked in awe that I am but one with creation. I am the trees, birds, mountains, oceans, I am the sun, moon, and stars. I am all colors, and creeds, Of the artist's master plan. Evening falls and I so slowly awaken, Feeling the soft caresses of the moon. At peace in my soul with the heavens and the earth. |
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Marge Tindal
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
Mysteria~ This piece is so filled with lovely imagery. Welcome to Passions. I will enjoy reading other pieces from you. ~*Marge*~ ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ noles1@totcon.com |
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Lone Wolf Member Ascendant
since 2000-03-16
Posts 5842Lansing, MI USA |
The images here are stunning. Very well written. I am looking forward to more. LW Poetry should surprise by fine excess...it should strike the reader as a wording of his own highest thoughts and appear almost a remembrance. -J.Keats |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
I remember the warmth of the sun on my skin, And now chill to the coolness of the moon. Reflection of the heavens on the sea brings peace. These are the magical hours with no rhythm or rhyme. Saturated in the beauty of all creation around me. The magnitude of all things graced by his touch. As I awaked in awe that I am but one with creation. I am the trees, birds, mountains, oceans, I am the sun, moon, and stars. I am all colors, and creeds, Of the artist's master plan. Evening falls and I so slowly awaken, Feeling the soft caresses of the moon. At peace in my soul with the heavens and the earth. ====================== Lovely images of natures gifts laced in words of inspiration and poetic grace a beautiful first impression...(love the pic) Welcome to Passions Mysteria (cool name) its very nice to meet you.. I too look forward to more of your work. take care jm Some find subtlety in strangers some find subtlety alone Your eyes,you see everything my eyes,I see its all together now and I know. ~candlebox~ |
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Mysteria
since 2001-03-07
Posts 18328British Columbia, Canada |
I want to thank you all for being so receiving of a newcomer to this site. I, and several friends have arrived from another site, and are in awe at the sense of community here. I shall give back more than I receive, and wish to thank you all for making me feel "hugged"! ~*~A poet is someone who reads more than they write ~*~ |
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