Open Poetry #29 |
Under the Sea |
rambling_words Junior Member
since 2003-10-29
Posts 44London, Ontario, Canada |
Miniature castles of sand drown in her waves Littering the shore with lost treasures of kings and queens Necklaces made of pearls strung together by weeds Trapped in the limbs of the sea as she reaches to the surface Buried below is the crimson glass of message bottles Lost love letters suffocating in the escaping air of time As each season turns into another reason to forget That I collect shells, pebbles and feathers Voices, faces and angels I keep them on the canvas that is my heart I feel each of them leave in the rusted carriages of horses Through the green grasses into the colours of the wild flowers Covering over the graves of my ancestors Names carved in stone, memories carved in flesh Of wounds that will never heal under the skin Inside bleeding out onto an empty page of last words. |
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Mistletoe Angel
since 2000-12-17
Posts 32816Portland, Oregon |
(big hugggsssssssss) God Bless You, sweet friend, this made me cry as I know these piercing memories and you just have to clean out the sediments in those shells before applying them to the scrapbook! (sad sigh) I send angel healing hugs your way, sweet friend, we all love you so much! You have such a beautiful heart, sweet John, thank you for sharing! May love and light always shine upon you! Love, Noah Eaton I don't need no proof when it comes to God and truth |
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PsychoticBunni Member
since 2003-10-03
Posts 162Mythical Atlantis |
wow. that is so wondeful. me like. Meg Meg- And the Texan pushed the Mexican out of the plane and screamed, "Long live the ALAMO!!!!!!!!!" |
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Martie
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
Such lovely images in this bitter-sweet poem. |
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