Open Poetry #23 |
High Expectations |
CSKpoet Senior Member
since 2002-07-12
Posts 845Island in Paradise |
High Expectations Thick spreading darkness; The sun rarely shines through…. But I spied, on a dim gray horizon, Flying at play, high above rooftops, a solitary silvered kite, caught by heaven’s eventide rays… Glittering, dancing high and low in shining ecstasy, long rainbow streamers flowing more beautiful than any bird in flight…. Diving and looping againstthe sunset brushed sky, courting silver lined clouds… Such joyin being free in mindless elation, soaring to heights, that I endeavor to achieve in dreams and visions. And lifting me also, I abandoned all former self imposed restraints to sail freely, dancing on high above housetops as the last passionate glint of the sun promises tomorrow to the moon Poetry is: Passion, imagination and intellect running together. Aloha with warmest regards, Cheryl Stewart Koomoa [This message has been edited by CSKpoet (10-31-2002 08:40 PM).] |
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the_loner_23 Member Ascendant
since 2002-06-08
Posts 5479Jacksonville, Florida, USA |
Such beautiful words written by somebody so smart. Forgive my spelling. Cold hands means a warm heart [This message has been edited by the_loner_23 (10-31-2002 02:32 PM).] |
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CSKpoet Senior Member
since 2002-07-12
Posts 845Island in Paradise |
Thank you, kind friend big hugs wished on you, Cher Poetry is: |
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Magnus
since 2001-10-10
Posts 14135South Carolina, USA |
as the last passionate glint of the sun promises tomorrow to the moon I think these two lines say it all... |
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CSKpoet Senior Member
since 2002-07-12
Posts 845Island in Paradise |
Thank you, Barry. I think that those 2 are indeed, the key to the message. I appreciate your response. hugs, Cher Poetry is: |
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