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Willow The Days of Green
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Willow The Days of Green |
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Cpat Hair
since 2001-06-05
Posts 11793 |
I don’t talk about her often Though thoughts of her still Find their way across scorched fields of time And bring a bloom of wild flower To the charcoal dusted days. She was older And gentle in ways that touched children With smiles Brought animals to her door Where handouts were only a beginning Of adoption. She took me in like one of those strays, Bandaging cut nights with kisses Soothing bruised insights with The oasis of her skin laid on mine As drinking of her generosity I grew smoothly sated I am too craggy and rough spined For someone so tender to try and walk Barefoot across my life Without the thorns and shards leaving Them scarred but, She always smiled Wishing me more than the best. The days numbered themselves And now number her gone so I don’t speak of her often For the echoes when I do Can’t deafen the voice inside Calling me cruel and crude To bleed such a heart as Hers. [This message has been edited by Cpat Hair (02-12-2003 02:21 PM).] |
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Brad Majors
since 2001-04-03
Posts 2647Georgia |
Beautifully written |
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Decaflame Senior Member
since 2001-05-11
Posts 1635 |
She sounds... beautiful. |
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gemjop Member Elite
since 2002-11-18
Posts 2587Pencilveinia, USA |
I am too craggy and rough spined For someone so tender to try and walk Barefoot across my life you amaze me y'know! speechless. definately one of my all time faves of yours. lots of love, gemma xxxxxxx  learning each day, for you and i, our paths have met, i've already learnt that you are love. |
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Mistletoe Angel
since 2000-12-17
Posts 32816Portland, Oregon |
 (sigh) It is so hard to think of someone a different way tat you used to love, then everything becomes distorted and you wouldn't want to changea detail for the lithograph as a souvenir to yourself! (big hugggssssss) This is heartfelt, sweet friend, we all love you so much! You have such a beautiful heart, sweet Ron, 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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Earth Angel Member Empyrean
since 2002-08-27
Posts 40215Realms of Light |
"Willow The Days of Green".......the poem was as lovely as the title... Valentine hugs, EA |
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Enchantress Member Empyrean
since 2001-08-14
Posts 35113Canada eh. |
Love the poem..love the title... She sounds beautiful... Well done Captain. ~Hugs~ ~ Trace my body with your words.. |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
I don't talk about her often Though thoughts of her still Find their way across scorched fields of time And bring a bloom of wild flower To the charcoal dusted days. She was older And gentle in ways that touched children With smiles =============================== She took me in like one of those strays, Bandaging cut nights with kisses Soothing bruised insights with The oasis of her skin laid on mine As drinking of her generosity I grew smoothly sated I am too craggy and rough spined For someone so tender to try and walk Barefoot across my life Without the thorns and shards leaving Them scarred but, She always smiled Wishing me more than the best. The days numbered themselves And now number her gone =================================== oh my ... oh my ... oh mothy my ... this is pure poetry in motion... momentos and memories turned into inspiration. Though thoughts of her still Find their way across scorched fields of time And bring a bloom of wild flower To the charcoal dusted days. ~~ The days numbered themselves And now number her gone so those lines are poetically brilliant. Your many muses are a lovely thing to watch take flight poet sir.... [This message has been edited by Janet Marie (02-12-2003 03:34 PM).] |
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