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| Open Poetry #13 |
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I Had a Dream |
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Elizabeth Santos Member Rara Avis
since 1999-11-08
Posts 9269Pennsylvania 
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I Had a Dream I had a dream I walked in streets A prairie town, in dead of heat I lived in long ago And in this dream, I heard the sounds Familiar voices all around Of people that I know I walked the street of dusty centuries Heat arose like rusty memories On horizons of the plains And I remembered all the faces Inside the old Sunrise Cafe But maybe not all of their names I met a friend, an old gold miner, Lost his touch and then his mind Was much too frail and old He had no roof , he had no dime He said a moment of your time Is worth a barrel full of gold He spoke of love, like it was treasure What was lost cannot be measured Nor what never would be found I traded love for dreams of fortune But the taste of love is warmer Than what lies below the ground A woman’s eyes are jewels of wonder Underneath her skin so tender There’s a heart that’s made of gold There is a splendor that outshines The brightest nougat in a mine Such beauty n’er did I behold Then with a smile and eye that gleamed He walked out of this vivid dream So moving and so real I knew the treasure of my life Was by my side, my lovely wife The power of love I deeply feel But through the dream my love grew stronger Words of love we shared no longer Now flowed easy from the tongue Sweeter is the morning kiss More savory is lover’s bliss For now the silent songs are sung Perhaps the miner once was me Recalling love that he set free But I would rather think This dream was simply so contrived And I am really quite alive And running out of poet ink Elizabeth Santos |
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Sven
since 1999-11-23
Posts 14937East Lansing, MI USA |
Liz, I would hope that you're not running out of poet ink, but that it would flow in you like your blood. . . this is excellent. . . I feel that perhaps. . . we've all been that miner. . . superbly written. . . -------------------------------------------------------- To the world, you may only be one person. But to one person, you may be the world. |
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Elizabeth
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Member Ascendant
since 1999-06-07
Posts 6871Minnesota |
Poets never run out of ink....as Marge's signature quote says, "The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe." Poetry is forever. |
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Denise
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-08-22
Posts 22648 |
May your ink never run dry and may you always dream, Elizabeth. If not, we would all be the poorer for it. Love ya Denise |
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Marge Tindal
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
Oh,LizzieLady~ You will NEVER run out of that gorgeous poet's ink ... for you've written your soul to last for all time. This is just a wonderful render. *Hugs* *OtherElizabeth~ Thank you~ ~*Marge*~ ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ |
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Decaflame Senior Member
since 2001-05-11
Posts 1635 |
What a lovely transition of thought. A friend and I were this weekend talking of previous lives... and why not? Imagination must come from somewhere.... and this was written on another plane! Well done! |
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Irish Rose Member Patricius
since 2000-04-06
Posts 10263 |
I often wonder if most poets use pen and paper, I use Word but I wonder if there is something timeless about the pen...I enjoyed this one, Liz. Kathleen Blake |
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Mysteria
since 2001-03-07
Posts 18328British Columbia, Canada |
I really loved this one...I use a pen and pad when I am out, and never leave home without one. Welcome back by the way, and this was wonderful. ~*~ I write ~ Therefore I am ~*~ |
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Titia Geertman Member Ascendant
since 2001-05-07
Posts 5182Netherlands |
Can't imagine you running out of ink, but if you do, there's alway a pencil or crayon or Word or even speach, so you will always be able to share those beautifull poems with us. Titia |
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nakdthoughts Member Laureate
since 2000-10-29
Posts 19200Between the Lines |
wonderful as always... ~Wynter "The worst prison would be a closed heart". |
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