Open Poetry #34 |
Nocturnal Transitions |
Professor Gloom Member Elite
since 2000-07-23
Posts 3082of Depression |
Clouds follow the sun Turning crimson before they are done, Feathers flutter to treetops Where they settle in quiet as the day stops; But the brook chatters on In conversation that is never done, And I watch the stars Wondering where and how very far Are their dancing lights. They dot the black with glittering sights, But clouds cover them And each becomes a lost gem Till another night ponder And my mind goes in thoughtful wander. Gloom |
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miscellanea Member Elite
since 2004-06-24
Posts 4060OH |
Smooth as silk, Professor! This has such a nice blend of wonder, realism, and serene wandering. Nicely done... and to the library! miscellanea |
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ThisDiamond Member Rara Avis
since 2002-02-22
Posts 9353Michigan, USA |
Very pretty write. TD |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
enjoyed the read |
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*Alli4000*
since 2004-03-21
Posts 3188The World of Poetry |
Love This! Happy Thanksgiving! ~Alli~ *:.AIM = Alli4000.:* My Journal |
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Seymour Tabin Member Empyrean
since 1999-07-07
Posts 31720Tamarac Fla |
Professor It happens all the time, enjoyed. |
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