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When Dews Have Left On Summer Winds
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When Dews Have Left On Summer Winds |
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ice Member Elite
since 2003-05-17
Posts 3404Pennsylvania |
August breeze, is sand-storm wind That dries the morning dew to dust. So honey bees, drink hale and hearty What decants from shallow cups- Of wilted leaves, and grassy straws Before all water left at dawn is lost. Becoming thirsty, once again By afternoon, when all moisture Left on summer winds, sad to them Seems gone... forevermore. So they make a circle-ring (at two) And sing, low buzzing songs While lapping 'longside (wading) cat-birds, finches-sparrows That have come to drink and bathe, Along my bird-baths concrete shore. |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
watch them zip and sip taste of honey on my lips does dew hide inside? |
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miscellanea Member Elite
since 2004-06-24
Posts 4060OH |
Oh my goodness! You painted this alive! My family and I recently traveled to places like this! (I was so excited when I read this I shared it with my husband. He agreed; you described the land we traveled perfectly.) Lots of layering here! miscellanea |
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Enchantress Member Empyrean
since 2001-08-14
Posts 35113Canada eh. |
Wonderful writing Ford.. You have gifted us with some of the most wonderful writing here at Passions. Thank you for yet another beauty. Hugs~Nancy Something tugs at me, I've no doubt of that. |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
Becoming thirsty, once again By afternoon, when all moisture Left on summer winds, sad to them Seems gone... forevermore. So they make a circle-ring (at two) And sing, low buzzing songs While lapping 'longside (wading) cat-birds, finches-sparrows That have come to drink and bathe, Along my bird-baths concrete shore. ~*~ And they join these, my dragon's fly... and frog looks from pond somewhat warily, sitting green and pert, studiously, and knows the bee from his stripe, and knows the dragon, from his hype... but beware the horsefly, who comes to sip, not seeing green frog from where he sits, and zap! a movement that no eye might see... and green frog winks, grinning, smiling at me. ~*~ Just as your poem made me smile... I saw my own story just yesterday. [This message has been edited by Sunshine (08-07-2005 02:44 PM).] |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
lol at a sunny lady's frogwiseness |
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Earth Angel Member Empyrean
since 2002-08-27
Posts 40215Realms of Light |
Not only did I enjoy the body of yet another fine 'natural' poem, I appreciated your tongue-in-cheek ending as well!  ~ "That have come to drink and bathe, Along my bird-baths concrete shore." Love & Nature's Light, Linda |
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ice Member Elite
since 2003-05-17
Posts 3404Pennsylvania |
Kacy Yes, a form of honey dew hides inside, I am sure of it...  Ms.Cellanea "You painted this alive", what a nice comment, thanks for reading... Nancy Pip is a gift to me, I try hard to return the favor...By writing a lot about nature, which in my mind, contains all real beauty. Kari Love to see you reply, the addition is funny, love that part as well.... Yes, Kacy the sunny ladies "frogwiseness" deserves a big LOL.... Linda Love the words "fine" along with "natural" when it is applied to my poems.... Hugs all around.... --------------ice/ford |
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froggy Senior Member
since 2003-06-23
Posts 1893Michigan |
Ford, You never cease to amaze me with your poetry. Beautiful read. :-) <^^> Today the pond....Tomorrow the world |
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Ratleader
since 2003-01-23
Posts 7026Visiting Earth on a Guest Pass |
Tone, or imagery? Imagery, or tone? Heck, I dunno -- each of them is the best part of this poem! ~~(¸¸¸¸ºº> ~~(¸¸¸¸ºº> ~~(¸¸ ¸¸ºº> ~~~(¸¸ER¸¸ºº> |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
August breeze, is sand-storm wind That dries the morning dew to dust. So honey bees, drink hale and hearty What decants from shallow cups- Of wilted leaves, and grassy straws Before all water left at dawn is lost. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I just love that verse...tis poetic gold when read aloud.... love the title too... excellence from your pen poet sir. I'll bare the brunt of your long buried pain |
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