Open Poetry #22 |
A Breath of Winter |
CSKpoet Senior Member
since 2002-07-12
Posts 845Island in Paradise |
This day the fabled rose Of love does not seem to shine This day the hours pass slowly Like an old eremite, on his way To the moss of the graveyard This day the fabled rose Of love does not cover me With its endless scents Of warmth and passion, Or with the poetry of life This day is cold, this day The wind blows through the ache Of my bones - and I am lost As a wind chime tinkles In the breath of a winter's frost Poetry is: |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
Like an old eremite, on his way To the moss of the graveyard How slowly this passed before my eyes... you wind your words well, m'dear... |
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WhiteRose Member Elite
since 2002-07-23
Posts 3208somebody's dungeon |
This was indeed like a slow caress of thought. Very nicely done Cher. This is simply lovely. |
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CSKpoet Senior Member
since 2002-07-12
Posts 845Island in Paradise |
Thank you ladies! ...a bit melancholy... I appreciate the comments Poetry is: |
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