Open Poetry #31 |
somewhere beyond November |
lucky Senior Member
since 2000-01-17
Posts 1601Idaho |
in tired songs many river banks talk today you can hear them all night long I see this morning the sky is falling white in silence steals beyond the eastern hills away withdrawn a caress for another’s innocent day such drifting now quenched and her beauty lies over melting bed of dread with sun sets blushed crimson over all this place she spread bringing promises of another dawn soon shall rise a sun to salute our wondering eyes smiling as fair as she could see but with out the white surprise and as mother nature moves our head we still are all deceived 01 Speaking of ghosts, wouldn't you know here comes mine again... ~Rosemary J. Gwaltney~ |
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muted
since 2004-01-15
Posts 2949Elapsing, Eclipsing, Evolving |
very nice prelude to spring |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
beautiful scenery |
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Marge Tindal
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
Lucky~ I saved this one to carry me through the afternooning~ Lovely ... and again I state that it is SO GOSH DARNED GOOD to read you here again~ *Huglets* ~*Marge*~ ~*When the heart grieves over what it has lost, |
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Martie
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
lucky Beautiful imagery with an underlying feel of heart song. I echo Marge in it being good to see you! |
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