Open Poetry #23 |
Summer's End |
ptwils165 Member
since 2002-11-29
Posts 50 |
Seven and eight take a turn past the gate of the orchard basking in blue; as fairytale skies speckle paint in young eyes, two children are running to you. The sun makes amends for the shadows it lends coaxing embers on dusk's golden leaves. Two smiles now revealed tumble home through the field, scented sycamore watches and weaves. Four soles without sound dust the warm broken ground and crunch ancient paths past the corn; while this soft silhouette lets the autumn forget it must sow the new season at dawn |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
Wow, what word artistry! Into my favorites it goes. I could SEE and HEAR those laughing children. |
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Cpat Hair
since 2001-06-05
Posts 11793 |
very nice imagery... a scene painted from the ordinary yet captured through the eyes of someone that sees... I enjoyed |
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Robert Adamson Member
since 2002-10-21
Posts 328PA/USA |
Lots of power in your pen. I think you might say love tops all that is red. Thank you. etoodog |
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ptwils165 Member
since 2002-11-29
Posts 50 |
thanks guys for reading and replying. appreciated. p. |
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