Open Poetry #14 |
Summer's Palette |
Mabel A. Dilley Senior Member
since 2001-03-17
Posts 859Seattle, WA, USA |
Here I sit beneath tall cliffs in sunlight, by the dancing stream. I call it summer, but gold flowers they tell me cannot fade. I flow through phantom dreams forging rooms of light beneath cliffs where solemn pillars stand as guiding beacon through all storms My heart is at peace. Fields of fragrant flowers descend, my arms trace the sky, releasing jasmine and lilac cordate panicles of pink-purple effluvia grow into mist and I become your breath As the tongue danced across the portal of G-d -- Gasp! I heard a gasp. "I am not now that which I have been." |
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Sven
since 1999-11-23
Posts 14937East Lansing, MI USA |
shhhhhhhh. . . look over there Julian. . . wonderful my friend. . . --------------------------------------------------------- To the world, you may only be one person. But to one person, you may be the world. |
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Marge Tindal
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
Julian~ Just breathtakingly serene. Glad I found this little jewel ! *Hugs* ~*Marge*~ ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ |
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snowpants Member Elite
since 2000-09-16
Posts 2061KS |
Excellent imagery, Julian...how'd this get overlooked?? Love the graphics, too! Great write... sp it was love that first drew me, |
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Mysteria
since 2001-03-07
Posts 18328British Columbia, Canada |
Absolutely breathtaking Mabel, and oh but it was so soothing, and peaceful. My favorite line was "and I become your breath", fantastic my friend, exceptional writing. If I made you smile today then I did my job! |
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Irish Rose Member Patricius
since 2000-04-06
Posts 10263 |
I loved that last line most of all! |
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Interloper
since 2000-11-06
Posts 8369Deep in the heart |
Beautiful. |
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theLadypoet Member
since 2001-05-28
Posts 97Or USA |
:celebrate The oddest phenomenom: no matter who writes this poem, I absolutely LOVE it :=) theLadypoet "A woman is like a tea bag, you never know how strong she is until she gets in hot water..." Eleanor Roosevelt |
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