Open Poetry #12 |
Old Indian |
OLIAS Senior Member
since 2000-06-20
Posts 1090Pearl city Iowa |
Old Indian Eyes soft daubs shadowing past forgotten trails, He astride pine straight pinto, Melted war paint staining eagle dark desire, At last, found father midnight. Sunset (haiku) Dusks cocoon enshrouds vermillion silences, subtle, sunset steals. Olias. [This message has been edited by OLIAS (edited 03-18-2001).] |
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Lady In White
since 2001-02-12
Posts 2799USA |
Olias...you are either very well read, or you are very well, red...and I curtsey to you, Sir, for your forthright words...both offerings, quite beautiful. Thank you. |
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Meadowmuse Member Elite
since 1999-12-27
Posts 3263 |
I admire your solemn word paintings here. Thank you for them. Claire Could a greater miracle take place than for us to look through each other's eyes for an instant?......Henry David Thoreau |
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Marge Tindal
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
OLIAS~ Just lovely ! ~*Marge*~ ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ |
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OLIAS Senior Member
since 2000-06-20
Posts 1090Pearl city Iowa |
Lady in white, After reading your kind words I'm very red.... Thank you. Meadowmuse, Thanks to you for reading. Marge, Its an honour to read you kind comments Regards to you all, Olias. |
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Sven
since 1999-11-23
Posts 14937East Lansing, MI USA |
I liked both of these. . . they're the same. . . and yet different. . . wonderful. . . ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ To the world, you may only be one person. But to one person, you may be the world. |
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