Open Poetry #21 |
Icons of the past |
Michael G Senior Member
since 2000-06-25
Posts 579Nashville |
no one really feels the rythem of ageless beauty fallen on the steps for the temple of god that few want to notice she lays there, decending into a world all her own as though you could not see her but the light of show must go tears roll down her cheeks waiting for heavens stars to see how she has failed and her mind has gone away but only silence an answer to her prayer she smiles to the response and gives her last breath. laughter in the trees surounding the body of her soul that lingers for a moment then walks with the sun as the wind brings harmonies of the trillion angels song that falls on deaf ears for the population lost each moment raises a new question forms what of this pain I feel what of these tears that no one else can see hold me close to the winds embrace let it take me to the mountains I face hold me open like a last rainbow star let me live without the pain I know. |
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Lady In White
since 2001-02-12
Posts 2799USA |
Michael, this is beautiful, but I must confess, when I saw "Icons of the Past" and knowing you are from California, my first thought was, Bob's Big Boy.... but you probably don't remember... |
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the_loner_23 Member Ascendant
since 2002-06-08
Posts 5479Jacksonville, Florida, USA |
Cold hands means a warm heart |
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Pilgrimage Member Elite
since 2001-12-04
Posts 3945Texas, USA |
I love the imagery in this one. Well done. Nan(Pilgrim variety) |
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Marina Member Elite
since 2000-02-10
Posts 2245Pickering, Ontario |
Beautiful...as always. Love, Marina It is a blessing to have wings for words and passion in pen. |
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Michael G Senior Member
since 2000-06-25
Posts 579Nashville |
hehehehehe, to lady in white yes I do, still on occasion go to the original in studio city. thanks all of you |
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