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White noise
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White noise |
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Krawdad Member Elite
since 2001-01-03
Posts 2597
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White noise In the evening of a mid-of-winter day with sun long down and wind's refrain at bay I set out alone to take the measure of what has come again as such a pleasure White flakes like downy feathers falling still bring a warmth to counter January's chill and in the quiet of these crystals' fall lies that silence treasured most of all when ordinary sounds that I might hear are muffled, not likely to reach my ear Such stillness, treasured in this long night's calm ephemeral, like snow onto one's palm will soon enough be rent by northern gale and those unwary, hear a sirens' wail |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
 well done! |
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Marge Tindal 
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
Kraw~ Just so quietly beautiful~ *Huglets*  ~*Marge*~ ~*When the heart grieves over what it has lost, |
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jellybeans Member Elite
since 2000-10-13
Posts 2298 |
had to read cause of the title, I have one by the same, but they are from different worlds.......and I like yours better  |
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Earth Angel Member Empyrean
since 2002-08-27
Posts 40215Realms of Light |
Kraw, I do so treasure the stillness of a long night's calm ~ as well as a siren's wail of a northern gale. Thank you for momentarily ~ and very poetically ~ bringing them to this appreciative reader! Love & Light, Linda |
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RSWells Member Elite
since 2001-06-17
Posts 2533 |
Truly enjoyed this sonnet, given to its own scheme, that softly drifted to the last two lines that turned. The last lines jolted me back from the peaceful reflection and calm, muffled silence that I've known alone in outdoor, rural winter. Poets against the war is redundant |
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Gentle Spirit Member Patricius
since 2000-10-09
Posts 13989 |
White flakes like downy feathers falling still bring a warmth to counter January's chill and in the quiet of these crystals' fall lies that silence treasured most of all when ordinary sounds that I might hear are muffled, not likely to reach my ear exactly how it was here where I live this weekend.... sometimes the silence can be our best friend. Truly lovely. |
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