Open Poetry #35 |
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Huan Yi Member Ascendant
since 2004-10-12
Posts 6688Waukegan |
From the always, nearest, tree, whose roots reach down to the inmost core; here, from my hand, I give three peaches still ripe with Summer. In my white suit, beneath the glowing stars that light the wish and cool the brow, I bring these flowers. There is a smell of alfalfa in the air . . . Kittens will dream of won battles, and great safaris in distant fields. A dish of salmon fresh from the depths of bluest lake. Waves on shores. Returning home. Reddened Autumn. Brightest angels from the purest clouds. The candle still burning through the night. |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
what a soft lovely write, John. I enjoyed the imagery, the taste of peaches. |
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1slick_lady Member Ascendant
since 2000-12-22
Posts 6088standing on a shadow's lace |
sigh |
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nakdthoughts Member Laureate
since 2000-10-29
Posts 19200Between the Lines |
different for you... I like the softness M |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
nice...yes |
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LeeJ Member Patricius
since 2003-06-19
Posts 13296 |
and I could vision you there in a white tuxedo...you looked stunning amist all these happy things...wonderfully penned |
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Drauntz Member Elite
since 2007-03-16
Posts 2905Los Angeles California |
what a long night!!! |
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