Open Poetry #37 |
Music of my Senses |
Seymour Tabin Member Empyrean
since 1999-07-07
Posts 31720Tamarac Fla |
Music of My Senses The music of my senses play A flowers birth and death each day They seem to sing a lullaby One I cannot modify They wake me to a magic morn Throw off the cloak of night I’ve worn Stimulate my mind with light And cast my dreams back into night Then once again erosions grime Sets the clock to passing time And I am conscious of my quill To note conclusions of the bill They sail into horizons edge To fill the coffers of my pledge To open up a door for me So I can pay my earthly fee So here I sit whipping wit Pouring words into a pit |
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Earth Angel Member Empyrean
since 2002-08-27
Posts 40215Realms of Light |
Each word you pour into a pit, is a pearl. ~ May all your morns be magical! EA |
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Seymour Tabin Member Empyrean
since 1999-07-07
Posts 31720Tamarac Fla |
Earth Angel Thank you sweety and stay well |
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Goldenrose Member Elite
since 2003-05-30
Posts 3665 |
A fine write ..but then your writing always is sey..thank you.. Goldenrose. Desire for nothing except desirelessness,hope for nothing except to rise above all hopes, want nothing and you will have everything.avatar Meher Baba. |
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Seymour Tabin Member Empyrean
since 1999-07-07
Posts 31720Tamarac Fla |
Goldenrose Thank you so much for the read and comment. |
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suthern
since 1999-07-29
Posts 20723Louisiana |
So here I sit whipping wit Pouring words into a pit And I'm so glad you do! *S* I liked this very much! *S* |
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Seymour Tabin Member Empyrean
since 1999-07-07
Posts 31720Tamarac Fla |
suthern A for you and a thank you. |
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