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Resurrection of Love (Isis Challenge)
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Resurrection of Love (Isis Challenge) |
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LadySofia Member
since 2000-05-16
Posts 238FL., USA 
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Resurrection of Love Swimming ashore from land afar, Reaching a promised wealth, Capturing the flowering scene, Finding his inner self. Walking along a forest path, Stooping at a spring, Peering into the mirrored glass, Soft, like an angel's wing. Suddenly, the wind picked up, The water rippled unclear, He squinted his eyes to see again, A face below overcame his fear. Joy entered his heart once more, He turned about to hold her tight, But when he saw the empty space, He pondered at his plight. Looking back at the goddess face, Smiling there below, Figuring out her watery fate, At once he couldn't say no. Jumping into the silvery veil, Drowning his mortal's soul, Swept back into the current of life, Below on a grassy knoll. ^_^ Amanda Piatt aka LadySofia That time of year thou mayst in me behold, When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang, Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, Bare ruined choirs where late the sweet birds sang. In me thou see'st the twilight of such day, As after sunset fadeth in the west, Which by-and-by black night doth take away, Death's second self that seals up all in rest. In me thou see'st the glowing of such fire, That on the ashes of his youth doth lie, As the deathbed whereon it must expire, Consumed with that which it was nourished by. This thou perciev'st, which makes thy love more strong, To love that well which thou must leave ere long. William Shakespeare |
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Marge Tindal 
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
Amanda~ This is really beautiful. I enjoyed being brought to the edge of the water ... 'Swept back into the current of life' ~*Marge*~ ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ [email protected] |
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LadySofia Member
since 2000-05-16
Posts 238FL., USA |
I don't know if I quite met up with Isis's challenge. This poem is about an angel who's true love is still on earth. One day his time comes to return, and in peering through the watery veil of his soul finds within that which he seeks to make him entire and complete. He "sees" his future in an instant, the "reflection" of the goddess, and after a moment of consideration is transported back to the web of life located far below. Thanks for reading, Marge. I'm glad you liked it! ^_^ Amanda That time of year thou mayst in me behold, When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang, Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, Bare ruined choirs where late the sweet birds sang. In me thou see'st the twilight of such day, As after sunset fadeth in the west, Which by-and-by black night doth take away, Death's second self that seals up all in rest. In me thou see'st the glowing of such fire, That on the ashes of his youth doth lie, As the deathbed whereon it must expire, Consumed with that which it was nourished by. This thou perciev'st, which makes thy love more strong, To love that well which thou must leave ere long. William Shakespeare |
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Isis Member Ascendant
since 1999-09-06
Posts 6296Sunny Queensland |
Lady Sofia, you more than met my challenge!! See even I setting the challenges have no idea where someone else's mind can take them. This was beautiful and inspiring  I'll tell you this...... No eternal reward will forgive us now for wasting the dawn..... ~Isis~ (Goddess - Sovereign of the Spirit) |
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Isis Member Ascendant
since 1999-09-06
Posts 6296Sunny Queensland |
Lady Sofia, you more than met my challenge!! See even I setting the challenges have no idea where someone else's mind can take them. This was beautiful and inspiring I'll tell you this...... No eternal reward will forgive us now for wasting the dawn..... ~Isis~ (Goddess - Sovereign of the Spirit) |
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