Open Poetry #37 |
There was a woman once. |
cinnabar Junior Member
since 2006-03-10
Posts 33Lot et Garonne, France. |
When I am drifting On the shores of sleep, Or walking in the cool Cathedral shade of trees; When I stand waist deep In moted murmurings Of poppy sprinkled seas. When I watch the red kite's Wingtips beat its lonely trace, Impulsed against the blue. It is then, my love, That I see your face, And my sequestered heart Turns, once more, to you. |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
Oh, bless her for blessing you... or we would have never had such a treasure from your pen. |
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Enchantress Member Empyrean
since 2001-08-14
Posts 35113Canada eh. |
Oh my!! How beautiful this is! I am quickly becoming a fan! Hugs~Nancy ~ Trace my body with your words, |
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icebox Member Elite
since 2003-05-03
Posts 4383in the shadows |
excellent! |
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Buttons Junior Member
since 2006-02-27
Posts 34 |
Such a gentle flowing of words! Awesome! Buttons |
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The Lady Member Rara Avis
since 2005-12-26
Posts 7634The Southwest |
You really know what to do with words! |
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Huan Yi Member Ascendant
since 2004-10-12
Posts 6688Waukegan |
It certainly is in the French tradition |
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cinnabar Junior Member
since 2006-03-10
Posts 33Lot et Garonne, France. |
I think I'm blushing. Thank you. Michael. |
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