Open Poetry #19 |
morning |
JamesBowie Member
since 2000-11-25
Posts 252big old Bangor Maine up by the shack |
as the light of early dawn comes breaching the gloss black night in her eyes dance miracles of life from nightime dreaming while slowly waking she whispers a breeze that passes through treetops swaying down to their roots with the rythym of rebirth in her hands the sun opens up casting through radiant fingertips the touch of warmth and the strength to help us through another day A real man |
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Victoria
since 2000-08-12
Posts 5869 |
nicely done...and i love your signature ~Victoria~ "Mistakes are the portals of discovery." |
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Ivy Rose Senior Member
since 2001-12-29
Posts 1300MA, USA |
JamesBowie...this is incredibly beautiful and very well-written besides. I love the image of the Sun flowing through her fingertips. ****Ivy Rose |
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