Open Poetry #34 |
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Seymour Tabin Member Empyrean
since 1999-07-07
Posts 31720Tamarac Fla |
We We walk in a field of grime where Beginnings and ends grow in time A field of wheat of different show Some grow fast and some grow slow Each a flower of different form Some look cold and some look warm They run in hue from red to gold Some look young and some look old They all grow well within the grass And some grow mirrors made of glass Some show beauty beyond belief But the mirrored ones show of grief And in the wind where shadows form Are pools of blues beginnings storm That holds the dew of let each morn With buttercups to drink the dawn It is a place we go each day Where some would pass and some would stay |
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nakdthoughts Member Laureate
since 2000-10-29
Posts 19200Between the Lines |
It is a place we go each day Where some would pass and some would stay exactly how I feel Sy~~ hugs M |
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Sunshine
Administrator
Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
Blue pages adrift in fields of memory this morning... so many horizons to adore... |
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EvocativeVerse2 Senior Member
since 2003-09-10
Posts 1279 |
Hi Seymour. What can I say? Loved it! |
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*Alli4000*
since 2004-03-21
Posts 3188The World of Poetry |
Great write! ~Alli~ *AIM = Alli4000* Journal! |
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Martie
Moderator
Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
Sy Lovely writing, wise man! |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
And in the wind where shadows form Are pools of blues beginnings storm That holds the dew of let each morn With buttercups to drink the dawn It is a place we go each day Where some would pass and some would stay damn! I love this! |
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