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A River's Serenade
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A River's Serenade |
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Martha Cowan Member
since 2001-03-08
Posts 240Groves, Texas |
A RIVERS SERENADE The river's magic fingers Caress my tired and weary soul... Tides mesmerize my spirit Stars kiss the ripples That reach for the shores In search of deliverance From the currents That bind them. Nature's serenade of Serenity... Tranquility that Exists without words... Breathes without a heartbeat... And survives without challenge... Precious silence speaks In tongues of the Heavens... Sweet songs of the soul That rescues my visions ~ Resolves insecurities ~ And illustrates disillusions In portraits painted by the Hands of Life.... Secrets revealed by chance... With the lifespan of a firefly... That brightens the darkness With its mysterious light... And flickers that fade from view Almost as quickly as it came... The winds are free to decorate Remnants of dreams... Forgotten and forsaken... With songs of promise... On wings of forever... In the arms of destiny... And kissed by eternity... Dancing with angels On the shores of the river Delicately caressing A tired and weary soul... Absorbing yesterdays ~ stolen ~ Reviving dreams ~ forsaken ~ And planting seeds of hope Along the shores of the river Beneath the Heavens... Kissed by the shores Of deliverance... Where new dreams are born... ~ <3 ~ <3 ~ >3 ~ ~ <3 ~ <3 ~ >3 ~ (the river is a place of peace ~ a time to reflect upon the past and the present... and, if you look closely in the reflection that dances upon it's face in the darkness the moon and stars dance before you... just within your reach... they don't seem so far away now... reach out and touch them, and, for a moment, the moon and stars Gracing the Heaven's with their beauty and mystery... ~*~ <3 ~*~ ... Are in the palms of your hands...) |
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Mysteria 
since 2001-03-07
Posts 18328British Columbia, Canada |
My goodness, my hand is actually dripping wet from dipping it into the lake of your mind's eye dear lady. What a picture you painted and I could almost hear the rustling of the leaves in the trees of hope. Once of your best images yet Martha, I absolutely adored this one, and if I knew what a darn library was I would put your poem in it! Hehehe - will figure out and when I do it will be there! Lovely work! psst...can I put a picture and music on this one?  ~*~A poet is someone who reads more than they write ~*~ |
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Lone Wolf Member Ascendant
since 2000-03-16
Posts 5842Lansing, MI USA |
Martha, Wow, what a stunning piece!!! Lovely in every way. The words seem to flow like the river right over the page. Welcome to Passions, I can't wait to read more!! Lone Wolf 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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Poet deVine
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-05-26
Posts 22612Hurricane Alley |
Wonderful Martha!!! I am so glad you and your friends have gathered around our famililial hearth to share your words.  |
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