Open Poetry #35 |
Seasons of Time |
MyHeartofShadows Member
since 2004-09-04
Posts 88Hyattsville, MD |
When time found flowers in the meadow, Birds singing on the fences, And we two hand in hand; There wasn't much money, And we entertained ourselves With conversations of dreams And merging of hopes. When time found fields of grass Grown tall and green, We were building those dreams Forging the hopes into being, Turning two to three then four. When time found leaves of color Floating on the breeze, And piling beside the fences, The four turned back to three And dreams ended While hope became a memory Lost in changing seasons. When times give me chill I remember the springtime The first flowers blooming And holding your hand. |
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Juju Member Elite
since 2003-12-29
Posts 3429In your dreams |
so sad. Your metafores remind me of when I was researching haikus. Tis the old times. Juju - 1.) a magic charm or fetish 2.)Magic 3.)A taboo connected woth the use of magic |
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MyHeartofShadows Member
since 2004-09-04
Posts 88Hyattsville, MD |
I find myself stuck in memories, your time responding here in the now help me know that there are others to help me reach the future. |
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Gentle Spirit Member Patricius
since 2000-10-09
Posts 13989 |
Sometimes it is hard to see that the future is right there, waiting for us to step into it. This was a touching write, very well written. |
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MyHeartofShadows Member
since 2004-09-04
Posts 88Hyattsville, MD |
Your sweet words are pleasure of the moment, which allows the future to unfold. |
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Enchantress Member Empyrean
since 2001-08-14
Posts 35113Canada eh. |
This touched deeply..a sad write yes.. but, look toward the future now. You have a home here at Passions too. So much enjoyed your gently penned words. Heart hugs~Nancy Life is one great big canvas; |
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