Open Poetry #18 |
Words That Bear Fruit Recorded In Time |
D.Lester Young Senior Member
since 2001-12-08
Posts 1219Austin, Tx |
This is the process of the steeping stones that build an audience of magic. In the time of this universe Memories must be recorded Words recorded down by any means Even if to be left dormant in the mind To rest for awhile For sometimes the words age As a wine so full of flavor That it has a blossom aroma of magic with it That sparks the senses of creativity So it is that some things start early within us As sprouts gaining ground Feelers are sent out to test the ground To reinforce the audience that it is seeking Slowly the words are grouped together A fruit is formed on a lonely apple tree The tree is picked of its offering And if it is sweet enough to be remembered Others will start looking for it to bear more Sometimes bringing the fertilizer of thought to it Soon other offerings are swallowed up As fast as they dare shows themselves Soon an audience surrounds it in anticipation Inspecting the magic aurora around this lonely tree A fence is build around it for all to see it As the tree grows in the beauty of the beholder With the eyes of that praise it blossoms even more It starts to bear such fruit that it starts to shine Soon the winds of time Blends in with the music of those words Threw the branches now full And whisks them away to be recorded Into the heavens that remembers all D.Lester Young (01/08/02) Tuscaloosa, AL Copyright © D.Lester Young (White Eagle poetry) |
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"For sometimes the words age As a wine so full of flavor That it has a blossom aroma of magic with it That sparks the senses of creativity" ....very nice |
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Soleil Noir Senior Member
since 2001-12-19
Posts 688USA |
I like the way your heart winds... |
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