Open Poetry #26 |
Purpose Relived |
ecrivan Member Elite
since 2001-12-10
Posts 3923my own state |
The greater purpose unto heaven climbed the hill in troups of seven could barely distuinguish any shape they, controllers of my early fate The days for Mom and Dad are still here took us through early childhood fears the greater the purpose unto heaven what do I win from the game of seven? Mothers continually beckon and nuture what's the purpose to seal their suture? wounds lain open from childhood days are closed on accounts of a holiday aware that a son can also be crossed less is more...is a proverb long lost.. maternal stories come as legacies go the greater message in the dark, aglow they climbed the hill in troups of seven the controllers of the way to heaven. [This message has been edited by ecrivan (05-11-2003 09:28 PM).] |
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Mysteria
since 2001-03-07
Posts 18328British Columbia, Canada |
This actually reminded me of the "seven prophecies" which I am glad I was reminded of - and less is more. I really liked this one a lot. |
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Seymour Tabin Member Empyrean
since 1999-07-07
Posts 31720Tamarac Fla |
ecrivan Well done, enjoyed the read. |
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ecrivan Member Elite
since 2001-12-10
Posts 3923my own state |
Mysteria, glad it touched you the way it did,there are hints of proverbial interpretations..time and again Sy, Thanks for your reply [This message has been edited by ecrivan (05-11-2003 09:18 PM).] |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
wow...definitely made my mind go wandering |
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Justbleu Member Elite
since 1999-08-31
Posts 3329Oregon, Originally From Alaska :) |
This one really got me thinking.... That's a good thing!!!! Bridgette "Somewhere, somehow, it should be possible to touch someone and never let go again. To hold someone, not for a moment but forever." Unknown |
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