Open Poetry #30 |
halfway to half moon bay |
Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
The mighty Sierras call out to me tonight, lifting my spirits upward, in free flight to shores of golden sand beside mighty cliffs, into dreams of magic and extended metaphors of what ifs. What if we are destined to make music hand in hand, day and night expand love rhythm’s private band? Crescendos louder than mighty Pacific crashing waves emerge, notes merging together as love’s slaves, ethereal, spiritual gifts. Off into the blue my heart shall freely fly to meet you under yonder moonlit sky halfway to Half Moon Bay. I cannot endure another solitary day, and the night is young. [This message has been edited by Midnitesun (12-19-2003 10:44 PM).] |
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jaicie114 Senior Member
since 2003-09-27
Posts 750On the edge of forever |
Ohhhh, Midnitesun... Thank you for this...but, now I am sooooo homesick! :( Well, at least I can dream with your beautiful words in my head. Love and Light...jc This I know as Truth...we are all Beings of Light. [This message has been edited by jaicie114 (12-19-2003 10:37 PM).] |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
thank you my friend sometimes, homesickness is good for the soul |
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iliana Member Patricius
since 2003-12-05
Posts 13434USA |
"What if we are destined to make music hand in hand, day and night expand love rhythm’s private band?" You are an adventurer for sure! Liked those lines very much. What a romantic poem! [This message has been edited by iliana (12-19-2003 10:45 PM).] |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
Thanks, Iliana LOL, I am a bit of a gypsy spirit, that's for sure. Half Moon Bay CA is an exquisite paradise, where creatures of the sea (and me, on at least one occasion) have found refuge from the extremes of life. [This message has been edited by Midnitesun (12-19-2003 11:00 PM).] |
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iliana Member Patricius
since 2003-12-05
Posts 13434USA |
Sounds like a piece of heaven to me! -jo |
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icebox Member Elite
since 2003-05-03
Posts 4383in the shadows |
A truly great place to lose...and find one's self. I don't think of it often, thank you for reminding me in such a talented way. |
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bbent Senior Member
since 2001-01-07
Posts 521Alaska |
This is just beautiful Kacy,got some fond memories of Half Moon Bay also.Here's to dreamers and those willing to take the risk of letting their dreams come true.Do believe this ones stirred my hungarian blood,sure calls to the gypsy in me.Got to run,catch a bus in an hour and should be laying over in San Francisco a hour after that.Got my kodak disposable all loaded and will try to snap s few picks off I5 as the sun raises come morning.Absolutly stirring write,thanks for gracing us all with your gift. Live like it's your last day... |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
thank you for that comment, icebox Ray, hope the morning's rays find you in fine spirits. Kiss that Pacific sunrise for me, will ya? |
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Martie
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
Kacy...a beautiful place...and poem! |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
Thanks, Martie! It really is one of CA's most beautiful spots. |
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Sadelite Member Elite
since 2003-10-11
Posts 2519 |
to shores of golden sand beside mighty cliffs, into dreams of magic and extended metaphors of what ifs. I loved the way you chose words with the letter s; it put me in mind of soft swishing waves; You put mine in your library just a moment ago (you might consider the newer revised version instead.) Now, it's my turn, Midenitesun--this goes to my library! Thanks for sharing it! Sadelite |
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Krawdad Member Elite
since 2001-01-03
Posts 2597 |
Oh, I would like to visit there again. Nice spot. Hope this works out for you, Kacy. |
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ice Member Elite
since 2003-05-17
Posts 3404Pennsylvania |
Midnight/Kacy This poem is very delicate,The hardness of the landscape being softened in the first stanza.. "lifting my spirits upward, in free flight to shores of golden sand beside mighty cliffs, into dreams of magic and extended metaphors" Also musical... "notes merging together as love’s slaves, ethereal, spiritual gifts." And prompts desire in the reader to know what happened, but it ends well in mystery....lets the reader fill in the blank "I cannot endure another solitary day, and the night is young." enjoyed ________ice ><> |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
Sadelite, happy to share thissss one with you Krawdad, me too Happy Holidays to you Ice, thank you very much for your comments. I do enjoy critiques, and appreciate it when you highlight stanzas you think are well written. |
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