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Michael G
Senior Member

since 2000-06-25

Posts 579
Nashville

0 posted 2003-06-01 04:49 PM

Destroy my vision of solemn contemplation
with the last light of daybreak, how we are
always intrigued with the past. The future
stemming from lost voices that present
themselves to our minds and cling fast to
that small little space within, hope is a thing of beauty. Perhaps a vestage of true colors could
begin to transform me, but I like the white, black
and grey's of the day. They suit me, hold me steady,
allowing me to see through the daggers of the
next line being spilled. Color is so easy, and taken as is we forget the depth of it all. But take it away and it seems artsy, at times bland. I would prefer to think of it as true, no excess thoughts
crashing through my eyes. It is a way of hope that we must never let go of the hand that grasps, praying for warmth once more. My day begins again, and looks to the sky so blue and deep that I could truly believe I am lost, but I am here. Here once again and home to a refuge of words that I
hold dear. Words like the wind that falls with grace
and then may never be heard again, I wonder after the truth of it all. And I see my face once young.

littlewing
Member Rara Avis

since 2003-03-02

Posts 9655
New York

1 posted 2003-06-01 04:52 PM

Michael - goodness this is amazingly insightful

seeing yourself so young . . .
geez I always wonder about it all
and sadly sometimes no answers come
only me here - you know?

But when that answer does
and it will
everything will fall right into place
I love this write
If I missed your entrance - I apologize
you fit nicely here

hope is a thing of beauty
you nailed it friend
xxoo

[This message has been edited by littlewing (06-01-2003 04:53 PM).]

QjQ
Member Elite

since 2003-04-18

Posts 3756
U.S.A.

2 posted 2003-06-01 05:02 PM

enjoyed these lines,, "Words like the wind that falls with grace"

nicely written...

It's the quality of the complement that i feel, not the quanity.

Sunshine

Administrator

Member Empyrean

since 1999-06-25

Posts 63354
Listening to every heart

3 posted 2003-06-01 06:03 PM

Michael! Too long gone! Welcome home!!!!

quote:
But take it away and it seems artsy, at times bland. I would prefer to think of it as true, no excess thoughts
crashing through my eyes.

and where, my young poet, did this come from?

It is beautiful!

Janet Marie
Member Laureate

since 2000-01-22

Posts 18554

4 posted 2003-06-01 08:34 PM

to the sky so blue and deep that I could truly believe I am lost, but I am here. Here once again and home to a refuge of words that I
hold dear. Words like the wind that falls with grace
and then may never be heard again, I wonder after the truth of it all. And I see my face once young.
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oh and what a lovely face it is too.

Hey you!!!

Miss your soulful poetry round here groovy guy.

as always I look for the line that whispers your name across the miles....

"Words like the wind that falls with grace"

yeppers..thats the MG I know.

(got the E...I'll be in touch)

Im still imagining your voice ...
can see the sparkle in your eyes.
I cant explain your power over me
Its understated understood & beautiful.
cj

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