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Dark Poetry #4

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JenniferMaxwell

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since 2006-09-14

Posts 2423

0 posted 2008-12-06 05:10 AM

When spring comes and snow becomes
the roar of the waterfall, the cresting river,
the rain that dissolves in the open sea,
and the new green grass
grows for the lamb in the meadow,
when the first daffodil turns its face to the sun,
and the wild blue iris that run by the stream
feel the shift in the earth and begin to unfurl,
then bury me beneath the bare apple tree
so that I might become the blossom,
the fruit and the wood.

[This message has been edited by JenniferMaxwell (12-06-2008 08:21 AM).]

nakdthoughts
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since 2000-10-29

Posts 19200
Between the Lines

1 posted 2008-12-06 08:45 AM

Very beautiful, not so dark after all

(sounds wonderful to me)
M

ps looked up 116 to see if I could understand the title but got several different responses... Shakespeare, the international space station.
No matter what, I enjoyed the poem.

prize
Member

since 2008-11-21

Posts 116

2 posted 2008-12-06 05:29 PM

JM,

I really love your poem - it is beautiful and written in such wonderful imagery...thank you for sharing and allowing all of us to read this wonderful piece.

P

Alison

Member Rara Avis

since 2008-01-27

Posts 9318
Lumpy oatmeal makes me crazy!

3 posted 2008-12-06 11:58 PM

Jennifer,

Most well done.

A

JenniferMaxwell

Member Elite

since 2006-09-14

Posts 2423

4 posted 2008-12-12 05:47 PM

Thanks very much for your very kind comments.

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