Open Poetry #27 |
Reaping Winds |
cusick Senior Member
since 2003-07-27
Posts 668 |
Plausible siver tongues cast venom into the reaping wind. to be disgorged on arable ground, despair the only crop. Golden scythes cut deep lancing the swelling boil of corruption. Crinkled warped seeds escape, cling to dark corners, germinate and spread. Fold your hands and pray for gentle breezes to soothe our wounded earth. |
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Marge Tindal
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
Cusick~ 'Fold your hands and pray for gentle breezes to soothe our wounded earth.' This lovely passage certainly needs to be read and practiced daily~ Welcome to Passions~ *Huglets* ~*Marge*~ ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ |
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Gabriel Frost Member
since 2002-08-15
Posts 216Between midnight thoughts |
Excellent.Vivid imagery.Sublime. |
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Aenimal Member Rara Avis
since 2002-11-18
Posts 7350the ass-end of space |
Amazing write great use of imagery throughout. |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
yes! |
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cusick Senior Member
since 2003-07-27
Posts 668 |
Thank you all for your encouraging comments Maggie |
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