Open Poetry #23 |
Lost words |
Walter Poe Senior Member
since 1999-10-13
Posts 787 |
travel past so quick There here and over gone and unappreciated past and unrecognized Lost hope in a stream a concious dream lost in nirvana The nowhere place Not dreamed or sought merely untouched unmined gold Left andgone The very deep did rot: O Christ! |
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Mistletoe Angel
since 2000-12-17
Posts 32816Portland, Oregon |
(big huggsssssss) This is soooooo powerfully written, sweet friend, unfortunately there is much gold we forget to mine within the grace that still remains and then meanwhile many of us just seek fools gold! (sigh) This is well-said, sweet friend, we all love you so much! You have such a beautiful heart, sweet Paul, 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 |
I love the expression of feeling. Cold hands means a warm heart |
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snowpants Member Elite
since 2000-09-16
Posts 2061KS |
'Not dreamed or sought merely untouched unmined gold Left andgone' Quite an interesting concept...very cool write! sp I want to wake up to the sound of waves |
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Radrook Senior Member
since 2002-08-09
Posts 648 |
How very often we dream and wish to recall but cannot. But we know it was a pleasant dream. But what was it we dreamed? Or we gain a fleeting insight which barely surfaces to our conscious but flees from our grasp just as we are about to understand it. Enjoyed the read! Thanks for sharing! |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
what is that they say? some things are better left alone? I dunno. |
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