Open Poetry #37 |
Days |
OwlSA Member Rara Avis
since 2005-11-07
Posts 9347Durban, South Africa |
DAYS 25 March 2006 These pastel tiptoe-days are a furtive forest chalice, for winter wistfulness I want to carry them with mountain grace and reverent brushstrokes I want to sing them light and murmur them dark and chatter them posy colours I want my children to remember them silver-soft like a dance a firefly dance a sparkle-night moment in tranquil forest awe I want my children to remember them in grey and gracious arabesques I want my children to remember them golden-warm in sunbeam pathways across the park and the ocean and to Heaven and back in golden circle smiles. - Owl |
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Martie
Moderator
Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
"I want my children to remember them golden-warm in sunbeam pathways across the park and the ocean and to Heaven and back in golden circle smiles." Yes, this is good! |
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garysgirl
since 2002-09-29
Posts 19237Florida, USA |
These are wonderful memories you want your children to have. A beautiful poem. Hugs, Ethel |
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StevenS Senior Member
since 2005-09-21
Posts 945L. A. (Lower Alabama) |
May I join you in that wish Owl, for your children and mine and for the children of the world. Beautiful! :-) |
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OwlSA Member Rara Avis
since 2005-11-07
Posts 9347Durban, South Africa |
Thank you for your kind responses, Martie, garysgirl and Steven. Yes, that is a good idea, Steven. - Owl |
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