Open Poetry #25 |
To Call Her By Name |
Dr.Moose1 Member Elite
since 1999-09-05
Posts 3448Bewilderment , USA |
Sharp angles soften at her touch, harsh colors start to fade. The glaring lights, the blaring sounds, the balance I will trade. She blankets me against the cold, that permeates within, envelopes me into her fold, "Tranquility" begins. She knows though pressing problems weigh, with her, I am immune. Her calm caress, her soothing words, will dissapate them soon. As storms on the horizon dissappear into the sea, such is the healing power of my muse, "Tranquility". A minute or an hour in her company I lust. Between us there is nothing but the element of trust. If I could do for her as much, as she has done, we'd see, these words would give her substance to exist outside of me. |
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Pilgrimage Member Elite
since 2001-12-04
Posts 3945Texas, USA |
Mmm, tranquility. Serenity. Peace. Lovely things. Sometimes when I walk around the park I see them. I like your poem. Nan (Pilgrim variety) |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
by any name, she is magnificent, and hopefully always as generous as she has been to you thus far |
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j0n4th4n Member
since 2003-03-11
Posts 94 |
hhmm very opposite to my usual feelings, but very effective at comunicating tranquility! |
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Dr.Moose1 Member Elite
since 1999-09-05
Posts 3448Bewilderment , USA |
Pilgrimage, Thanks. Parks are nice places at times, at others there's still too much activity. Doc Midnitesun, Thank you. This was the name she gave me( I think she has many others, or there are many others like her). Doc jOn4th4n, Thanks. Agreed, and that is why I was so pleased to make her acquiantance. Doc |
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