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Magnus
since 2001-10-10
Posts 14135South Carolina, USA 
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Blindness cloaks the dawn’s shimmer, awaiting the rise of yet another day, one filled with toils and trials, aches and humility. Toils of the heart that touch the withered hand and feel the softness of a young smile...a rose beneath rolling blue seas.. Clouds wash the skin, watering the emerald lawn, bathing youth in a moment of wisdom...a time when listening heard the rustle of leaves, when the breeze shivered the silken mask of a curtain, lazily prancing with an unseen partner. Will a child see beyond the elderly mask....learning that another child waits...aching to once again fly that magic kite. Wishing upon a single star to dance lightly into the night...and sing softly, ever softly.....a lullaby for two. |
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Enchantress Member Empyrean
since 2001-08-14
Posts 35113Canada eh. |
"Will a child see beyond the elderly mask....learning that another child waits...aching to once again fly that magic kite. Wishing upon a single star to dance lightly into the night...and sing softly, ever softly.....a lullaby for two." Exquisite write Barry... You just keep on getting better and better. Love your work. Hugs~Nancy ~Somewhere in my heart I'm always |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
beautiful piece |
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Seymour Tabin Member Empyrean
since 1999-07-07
Posts 31720Tamarac Fla |
Barry, I know that feeling. well done. |
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Earth Angel Member Empyrean
since 2002-08-27
Posts 40215Realms of Light |
Barry, there are children who do see behind the aged mask and they are the ones who want to play with the inner child in us that they can sense and see and feel. A person with the soul of a true poet, never really grows old. Their eyes may dim in time, but the spirit can stay young and see into forever!  You are one fine Poet Man who has an adorable little boy living within!  Linda |
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Nightshade
since 2001-08-31
Posts 13962just out of reach |
...a time when listening heard the rustle of leaves, when the breeze shivered the silken mask of a curtain, lazily prancing with an unseen partner. Magnus my dear friend .... WONDERFUL !! Library bound!! hugs, Chris Poetry is an echo, asking a shadow to dance. |
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Sunshine
Administrator
Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
The porch light is soft upon this lullabye, Magnus... this will be one of your enduring songs. |
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Marge Tindal
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
Magnus~ 'a time when listening heard the rustle of leaves' This is LOVELY ... and reminds me of the time I make to spend 'shush of time' with my grandie girlies~ When I see them 'looking' into my eyes as I tell them a 'when ~Poet~ was little' story ... I KNOW that they see the youth of me ... and I smile~ *Huglets* ~*Marge*~ ~*When the heart grieves over what it has lost, |
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