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Magnus

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since 2001-10-10

Posts 14135
South Carolina, USA

0 posted 2004-11-06 04:56 PM

The babble of Spring warbles a tune
upon a smooth stoned brook of crystal
eyes.   Eyes that glimmer and sparkle
the stars of night as fireflies reflect
the still pool.

Such were these times of ago, when
youth wore clothes of the sheep and
a shepherd herded a wandering flock.

A time of peacefulness, of wandering
thoughts and will.  Of whispering
giggles on a yellow brick road and
ponytails that yearned to be lightly
tugged.

A moment when morning’s freshness
showered shoulders wearied of
yesterday’s load...and coffee swirled
the staircase into the attic’s mystery.

Those pools, once invited me, called
me in for a brisk and bumpy gasping
dunk of pure waters.  A place where
young lives unashamedly left cotton
lying softly upon a shore...and simple
blushes turned a rose to white.  When
all were equal and never judged.

It is Fall here, leaves have dotted my
brow repeatedly and now dreams
yearn, ache to feel again the smooth
stones that babbled.  When youth
wore innocence and wars had yet to
scar countless souls...until their
winters bore them to a shallow
grave....remembered....always.

myheart
Member

since 2004-11-05

Posts 160
lost in your eyes

1 posted 2004-11-06 05:05 PM

yes, to find the innocence of youth and all the glory that went with it. enjoyed this.

Midnitesun

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since 2001-05-18

Posts 28647
Gaia

2 posted 2004-11-06 05:06 PM

"Those pools, once invited me, called
me in for a brisk and bumpy gasping
dunk of pure waters. A place where
young lives unashamedly left cotton
lying softly upon a shore"

lovin this imagery

Marge Tindal

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since 1999-11-06

Posts 42384
Florida's Foreverly Shores

3 posted 2004-11-06 08:55 PM

MagnusMagnusMagnus~
This ... this ... is one of those soft corners of your heart that speaks of love~

'Of whispering
giggles on a yellow brick road and
ponytails that yearned to be lightly
tugged.'

How you stir the memory pot~
*Huglets*
~*Marge*~

~*When the heart grieves over what it has lost,
the spirit rejoices over what it has left.
- Sufi epigram <))><

Email [email protected]

passing shadows
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since 1999-08-26

Posts 45577
displaced

4 posted 2004-11-06 08:57 PM

always remembered...sigh

ThisDiamond
Member Rara Avis

since 2002-02-22

Posts 9353
Michigan, USA

5 posted 2004-11-07 09:45 PM

There is a subtle majesty to this particular write. Something different about the tone.
Enjoyed completely,
TD

Sunshine

Administrator

Member Empyrean

since 1999-06-25

Posts 63354
Listening to every heart

6 posted 2004-11-07 09:51 PM

It is Fall here, leaves have dotted my
brow repeatedly and now dreams
yearn, ache to feel again the smooth
stones...

~*~

Oh yes...to know what is, is...

Enchantress
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since 2001-08-14

Posts 35113
Canada eh.

7 posted 2004-11-07 09:54 PM

"When youth
wore innocence and wars had yet to
scar countless souls...until their
winters bore them to a shallow
grave....remembered....always."

A most remarkable write Barry...
Excellent, ..with a powerful statement.
Hugs~

Now while the leaves still dance on the wind
While the moon and the clouds come spinning
Will you whisper my name again?
Again..and again.

Martie

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Member Empyrean

since 1999-09-21

Posts 28049
California

8 posted 2004-11-07 10:07 PM

Barry

"A place where
young lives unashamedly left cotton
lying softly upon a shore...and simple
blushes turned a rose to white. When
all were equal and never judged."

My lost youth was not so sweet...I wish it was. Can picture this. Times change, yes...and every age has its innocence. Loved your poem, my friend...very!

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