Open Poetry #24 |
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Words of Her Voice Tears |
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Sandpiper Senior Member
since 2002-06-15
Posts 738land of flora and fauna |
this lily has no thorns to prick the bleed of your soul; hold her then in a gentle way, for if she has a grace it is born from scars of walking barefoot through sun's fire and choking on the melt-drown of moon's ice did you not hear the words of her voice tears? sharing a secret that flows in the veins of her earth life; this fragile gift, wrapped in soft velvet of bruised petals, is all she has to give never doubt, my Love, the lily's words are as true and certain as the clear vision of her sky eyes reaching ever upward from an earthbound home-- and those words are meant for you "And it was at that age...Poetry arrived in search of me...And something started in my soul." Pablo Neruda [This message has been edited by Sandpiper (01-04-2003 01:35 PM).] |
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Bill Charles Member Patricius
since 2000-07-11
Posts 10619highways, & byways, for now |
Sandpiper - well said to the receiver... BC |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
good write, read it twice...it hit home |
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regards2you Member Elite
since 2002-10-01
Posts 3940California |
This is utterly beautiful, and oh, so touching. Hugs and warm regards, Pat ![]() ..without surrender, be on good terms with all persons.. |
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gemjop Member Elite
since 2002-11-18
Posts 2587Pencilveinia, USA |
I too re read this, finding more in it each time. and came across this sharing a secret that flows in the veins of her earth life; which i found said such a lot. enjoyed! learning each day, for you and i, our paths have met, i've already learnt that you are love. [This message has been edited by gemjop (01-04-2003 03:01 PM).] |
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Charisma![]() ![]() ![]()
since 2000-09-30
Posts 5906lost in blue pages |
Beautiful! Charisma |
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BluesSerenade Member Patricius
since 2001-10-23
Posts 10549By the Seaside |
for if she has a grace it is born from scars of walking barefoot through sun's fire and choking on the melt-drown of moon's ice There's a sense of healing that surfaces from the pain of your words. Much enjoyed Sandpiper~ |
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