Open Poetry #37 |
Impatient Days. |
Goldenrose Member Elite
since 2003-05-30
Posts 3665 |
It was there; just waiting, hoping, behind the day, sighing, impatiently bored, awaiting something new. The trees stood silently, sleeping softly, in no hurry to waken, they had been here before. But a period of cold discomfort whistled around, keeping the contentment of warmer days and bright nights in the doubtfull distance of days still to come. Desire for nothing except desirelessness,hope for nothing except to rise above all hopes, want nothing and you will have everything.avatar Meher Baba. [This message has been edited by Goldenrose (03-21-2006 06:26 PM).] |
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openthoughts Member
since 2006-01-16
Posts 94Where the child can be free |
your poem is stron and an enjoyment to read. i specifically like the line "The trees stood silently, sleeping softly" very good alliteration right there |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
A good one to add to your prose thread, Philip. Something perhaps, that Gunther reads to Magda. In a quiet time, of course. |
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Earth Angel Member Empyrean
since 2002-08-27
Posts 40215Realms of Light |
If you ever decide to write a book, poems such as this one, would make for wonderfully descriptive passages in it. Linda |
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nakdthoughts Member Laureate
since 2000-10-29
Posts 19200Between the Lines |
love it Phil... it's how some of my days are~~ thanks M |
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Klassy Lassy Member Elite
since 2005-06-28
Posts 2187Oregon |
Dreams....visions...manifestations sometimes I just have to believe! Phil, sometimes there are only feathers where angels fear to tread. You write with one of their quills! ~ Karen |
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