Open Poetry #31 |
Golden Green |
ice Member Elite
since 2003-05-17
Posts 3404Pennsylvania |
Great splashes of herbs; Verdigris twigs, Foaming verdant at the feet Of olive waves, Climbing hill sides, after Winter-long retreat. * Cloud shades, Shadow hill-tops Of jade-swells rising From chartreuse pillows Cased in emeralds, On beds of golden green. * (I question) Why This ebbing art, Of wide stretching Seas, paints such Romantic value, (Like marriage rings Of gilded gold) On the mortal canvas, Of my brain and soul? |
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Enchantress Member Empyrean
since 2001-08-14
Posts 35113Canada eh. |
Very much enjoyed this morning read Ford. I would question the same thing as well. Hugs~ To have lived the dream of a love so true... |
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LeeJ Member Patricius
since 2003-06-19
Posts 13296 |
(I question) Why This ebbing art, Of wide stretching Seas, paints such Romantic value, (Like marriage rings Of gilded gold) On the mortal canvas, Of my brain and soul? because you are married to the vintage of nature, perception, and the conscienceness of human nature....lovely write! |
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pictureme Member
since 2003-11-28
Posts 248Ohio, USA |
Hi ice, perfectly titled and perfectly ended. Your Whimanesque attitude comes thru in this one! Enjoyable read! pictureme |
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Dragon Mistress Member
since 2002-08-26
Posts 289Washington, USA. |
definately a thinker, this one. I love it. ~*~I'm a dreamer, with broken dreams, and only words to fall back on~*~ |
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froggy Senior Member
since 2003-06-23
Posts 1893Michigan |
Hey Ford, Totally Beautiful. Another nice read to unwind too. :-) See you Saturday |
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Dark Angel Member Patricius
since 1999-08-04
Posts 10095 |
Enjoyed this much ice.. much to ponder. Beauty of the world which is soon to perish has two edges, one of laughter and one of anguish, cutting the heart asunder. |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
very cool piece |
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ice Member Elite
since 2003-05-17
Posts 3404Pennsylvania |
Thank you all for the wonderful comments.. The hills here are about to turn green, this poem was written in early May of last year, I am waiting the arrival of the greens, to me the various shades of them are as beautiful as flowers.. Again, thank you all for your replies -------ice ><> |
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