Open Poetry #30 |
Whispering to My Pen - A Villanelle |
Elizabeth Santos Member Rara Avis
since 1999-11-08
Posts 9269Pennsylvania |
Whispering to My Pen No pondered thought, no dream was I remembering Awakened from a slumber in the midnight hour While whispering to my pen its sweetest rendering So long had silence been the quill’s sole offering I cannot say what has conceived this verbal power No pondered though, no dream was I remembering To voice nor vision was my heart surrendering But only to the moment’s bloom upon a bower While whispering to my pen its sweetest rendering The fragile powdered phrases softly opening As though unfolding petals of a winter flower No pondered thought, no dream was I remembering It came to me upon a fragile angel wing As though I stood in heights of an aesthetic tower While whispering to my pen its sweetest rendering In this beguiling moment, silent and serene A gift was placed into my hand by The Endower No pondered thought, no dream was I remembering While whispering to my pen its sweetest rendering Elizabeth Santos November 30, 2003 |
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Enchantress Member Empyrean
since 2001-08-14
Posts 35113Canada eh. |
Oh dear Elizabeth..this is SO lovely. A keeper for my library for sure! ~Smiles & Hugs, Nancy~ ~ To love and be loved |
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SharaRose Member Elite
since 2003-07-19
Posts 2501Somewhere out there~ |
*Sigh* Lovely! Love, Terri~ |
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Seymour Tabin Member Empyrean
since 1999-07-07
Posts 31720Tamarac Fla |
Elizabeth, A Villanelle is difficult to write This is ecxellent. |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
you're a better writer than me...I could not write one of these to save my life... |
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vandana
since 1999-10-22
Posts 10463USA |
very nice |
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Dr.Moose1 Member Elite
since 1999-09-05
Posts 3448Bewilderment , USA |
Elizabeth, A sweet rendering indeed. Doc |
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Titia Geertman Member Ascendant
since 2001-05-07
Posts 5182Netherlands |
Ahhh, so nice to see you again Liz, enjoyed your poem very much, but then....how could I not! Titia Like scattered leaves...my words will flow |
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