Open Poetry #22 |
Bouquet slopes |
fishop Member
since 2002-09-13
Posts 79ohio |
Shhhhh sweetheart, I softly spoke, as we trod through moss, lush fern and oak. Asending the stand, our breath was stilled, by the wind born voice of whippoorwill. And there, so high above a tranquil vale, I inhaled sweet memories, of an overgrown trail. The mid morning sun painted the scene, in golden ochre with strokes of green. While far below lacey vapors traced, an unseen river’s path with grace as contrasting pools of shadow passed, beneath the clouds from where they’re cast, I knelt to look at you through misty eyes, your face a blend of flesh and sky, You smiled at me with nature’s glow, then I explain what you did not know . My youth, was blessed by this virgin dale, pristine lakes, its fawn and quail. If we must we’ll fight to keep this valley wild, that one day you may share it with your child. Then hand in hand we began to descend, the bouquet slopes of my childhood friend. (And now Sweetheart , do you remember that day? How did our valley slip away?) Tom Bishop Last line on or off. I try to add a sad twist with it, but I don't know if it helps or hurts the poem. |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
Like this...James |
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Mistletoe Angel
since 2000-12-17
Posts 32816Portland, Oregon |
(big hugggssssss) Oh Tom, I love this poem but this is so sad and I hope now true loves bliss fills your heart with smiles! (sigh) This is heartfelt, sweet friend, God Bless You, we all love you so much! You have such a beautiful heart, sweet Tom, 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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the_loner_23 Member Ascendant
since 2002-06-08
Posts 5479Jacksonville, Florida, USA |
Beautiful Cold hands means a warm heart |
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