Open Poetry #34 |
The Warming of a Poet |
Lady In White
since 2001-02-12
Posts 2799USA |
Decades have disappeared in ruts since the first warming I visit the deck, ’neath shade of awning, a chair comfortably accepting me in review of shadowed thoughts, alone, here, on break of summer’s gleam as words sit gently by way of his book, he taught me of searching north, then south and when he looked north, then caught the curve and carve of the red woulds found himself at the ivory columns of welcome so entered there, to a fountain of youth in remembrance Visions of what was then brings back that first long ago flush and my temperature rises slightly with the noon his tutelage was kind and slow good and southerly he traveled abroad but always took me with him, he traveled light sun meets my face as the awning is pushed about by prairie winds which have played with time and now, warms again… actions which speak louder than any word he ever wrote my eyes, closed to open of what is to come? That I might then warm a poet in kind. ~*~ With sincere appreciation for the help in rewriting a favorite of mine. |
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Gentle Spirit Member Patricius
since 2000-10-09
Posts 13989 |
oh....whispering.... yes.... oh yes.... |
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LeeJ Member Patricius
since 2003-06-19
Posts 13296 |
ahhhh, yes, this heart is cooing now please, more of this rich flow amazing! |
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kayjay Member Elite
since 2002-06-24
Posts 2015Oregon |
It is nice to see you here again! Well done. KJ Through rubble and trouble and dark of night |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
awesome! |
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Martie
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
Lady "sun meets my face as the awning is pushed about by prairie winds which have played with time and now, warms again…" It seems that it is just this that you have done with this poem. Lovely! |
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