Open Poetry #14 |
Stardust fun- Repost from open 8 |
Michael G Senior Member
since 2000-06-25
Posts 579Nashville |
One time I would’nt mind Looking over some vast plain That intersects the skies And keeps the ground at bay. It would flow like blood Making everything live free, True to itself, it’s nature All things being equal. I would feel the pulse Of the stars and their antiquated Messages that hold some far out Distant meaning that has lost it’s way. To be sure, I would touch The nearest tree and wonder how old, And ask if it understood me Before realizing it was not listening. So I would sit under it’s canopy Using it for shade and shelter, Hoping not to get struck by Some idiotic sense of rightiousness. And there, in the planes of existance, There beyound my grasp, Would be the field of stars Laughing and playing as one. Holding onto their secrets, Like I hold onto my soul, Complete with memories of old and Sun’s, And their Stardust fun. |
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Watersign6 Senior Member
since 2001-05-25
Posts 823Hurricane,WV |
oh my! this is incredible,love it |
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Marina Member Elite
since 2000-02-10
Posts 2245Pickering, Ontario |
I liked this one the first time around and I like it even more the second time. Marina It is a blessing to have wings for words, and passion in pen |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
And there, in the planes of existance, There beyound my grasp, Would be the field of stars Laughing and playing as one. Holding onto their secrets, Like I hold onto my soul, Complete with memories of old and Sun’s, And their Stardust fun. =============================== "Though my soul may sit in darkness, It will arise in perfect light. For I have loved the stars much too fondly To be fearful of the night". (author unknown) Im searchin for my warrior |
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