Open Poetry #22 |
Passing Fancy |
Streen Member
since 2001-11-28
Posts 169 |
A songbird sings not once, I think but twice, then thrice before the morn, As a stylus dips in ink, A tune anew is promptly born. A poet's fury onto the page, the songbird's call unto the sky, sings its master's wishful sage, and hopes of everlasting "I." |
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jwesley Member Rara Avis
since 2000-04-30
Posts 7563Spring, Texas |
Wonderful thoughts...agree completely. jwesley |
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NewEnglandlazurlu Member Rara Avis
since 2002-01-04
Posts 7470A Mountain Paradise |
Fine piece of writing. I enjoyed it very much. Marti Every now and then take a good look at something not made |
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Mistletoe Angel
since 2000-12-17
Posts 32816Portland, Oregon |
(smiles) Oh Derek, this is so lovely, whenever songbirds sing it brings a great smile to my day, God Bless You, this is gorgeous, we all love you so much! You have such a beautiful heart, sweet Derek, thank you for sharing! May love and light always shine upon you! Love, Noah Eaton "Underneath your clothes there's an endless story..." |
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Sunshine
Administrator
Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
Welcome back, Streen... this was a reading poet's delight... my timing was perfect to catch a glimpse of this in the early wee hours... thank you... |
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Kethry Member Rara Avis
since 2000-07-29
Posts 9082Victoria Australia |
Streen, Purrfect poetry Kethry Here in the midst of my lonely abyss, a single joy I find...your presence in my mind. Unknown |
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