Open Poetry #37 |
...Yesteryear's dreams.... |
Enchantress Member Empyrean
since 2001-08-14
Posts 35113Canada eh. |
. He sits, reflecting, while summer's first tender blush stirs winter weary souls... time for yesteryear's worn dreams be released unto the sea . ~*~*~*~ |
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StevenS Senior Member
since 2005-09-21
Posts 945L. A. (Lower Alabama) |
A beautiful, serene release Nancy. :-) |
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Marge Tindal
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
OhNance~ There a feeling of total release in this penning~ Both melancholy ... and hopeful~ I can envision a 'message in a bottle' bobbing on the waves ... carrying those 'worn dreams' away~ A beautifully, well-worked Tanka, sweet poetess~ *Huglets* ~*Marge*~ ~*The sound of a kiss is not as strong as that of a cannon, but it's echo endures much longer*~ Email - noles1@totcon.com |
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Honeybunch Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-29
Posts 7115South Africa |
Well said, Nancy, and sometimes we wait too long to release those dreams and yet the sea waits. There must be something good in that. |
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Nightshade
since 2001-08-31
Posts 13962just out of reach |
Beautiful words with an equally beautiful pic. Hugs & Miss Ya! |
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El_Campeador Senior Member
since 2003-01-29
Posts 761Ohio, USA |
What a beautiful poem. Thankfully, when we release yesteryear's dreams, we are given new, better ones for this year. Ben “We are all travelers in the wilderness of this world, and the best that we can find in our travels is an honest friend.” –Robert Louis Stevenson |
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Klassy Lassy Member Elite
since 2005-06-28
Posts 2187Oregon |
Something of promise endures in the timelessness of the sea, and swallows the rusty hinges of the past, especially in the songs of its warm summer breezes. "I want to go down to the sea again ..." hugs, Karen |
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BROTHER JOHN Member
since 2006-04-06
Posts 386 |
Dear Enchantress, This is very enchanting. The sea maybe a symbol of eternity and maybe there all good dreams come true. I have read some works of science in which they claim water may hold memories. How enlightening. Look on the internet for "water and memory" for the pros and cons. |
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scorpio Member Ascendant
since 2002-10-02
Posts 5178right...there |
Wow Tinker great words and pictures. That looks like a very beautiful place. No wonder you were so inspired by it. believe in what your heart feels... |
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arthur Senior Member
since 2001-08-14
Posts 678england |
but who is he nancy arthur ps: you say much missed i cant write any more it went and you know why |
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Earth Angel Member Empyrean
since 2002-08-27
Posts 40215Realms of Light |
Nancy, I would like to echo Marge's reply ver batim! Sending you a warm hug, Linda |
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Goldenrose Member Elite
since 2003-05-30
Posts 3665 |
Simple but simply brilliant...economy of words does not mean you havent said anything..thank you.. Goldenrose. ''As the deer pants for steams of water, so my soul pants for you O God'' |
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poettothecars Senior Member
since 2006-02-10
Posts 1093New Zealand |
For this piece, and of the peace, I find myself in reflection. One of seasonal changes. Not of any set place, but the world over. This change of seasons from one to the next, how as I go into winter, those I have befriended in the USA and Canada are heading toward Summer. A moment where my coldness is another warmth, and how I lived through a Canadian winter of snow on the ground. Of a day, a friend in USA sent me a message to say she was having to go out and brave a snow storm in order to do her shopping, and then sent me another message to say she was home safe again. Oceans apart, a saying I behold between my self and a spiritual connection with a woman in Ontario, Canada. Somewhere we are all joined, at one time we were together in a past existence. A place where Martie and Sunshine (Karilea) were our friends. Again we found one another. Each season is our heart, now of this comes my own selfish reflection of reading your words. An enchantment of memories, gathered from a few. Maybe it is not the poem, but how we ourself feel or what we get from knowing of the poem, that is the true creditability such words do give back to one another. This reality of being alive, to live and know our own probation in this life has not been wasted As if my thoughts here are longer than the poem above, yet are a living truth all the same. Christopher H (a poet who cares) |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
how touching this is...deeply |
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Marge Tindal
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
Enchantress~ Ah, sweet poetess ... thank you for the 'inspire' in reflecting answer to your thoughts~ How very closely we are in tune ... KARMA~ /pip/Forum94/HTML/003451.html *Huglets* ~*Marge*~ ~*The sound of a kiss is not as strong as that of a cannon, but it's echo endures much longer*~ |
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Enchantress Member Empyrean
since 2001-08-14
Posts 35113Canada eh. |
I so much appreciate all those who stopped by to read and reply. Love & Hugs to you all, Nancy |
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kayjay Member Elite
since 2002-06-24
Posts 2015Oregon |
And who among us has not sat in such a mood and pondered life? Well said. Hugs, Ken Through rubble and trouble and dark of night |
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Goodknight Member Elite
since 2002-06-15
Posts 2386Ohio, USA |
Well done Nancy - like the feel of this - Paul |
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SmartChick Member Rara Avis
since 2001-09-23
Posts 7081On A Journey To The Unknown |
A beautiful tanka, Nancy. |
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The Lady Member Rara Avis
since 2005-12-26
Posts 7634The Southwest |
"while summer's first tender blush stirs winter weary souls..." So much feeling in so few words. Leaves me with a wondering. |
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Bodger Senior Member
since 2005-06-12
Posts 1260Tolerance for a short time |
Yours are enough for me I can look at somewhere Remember the picture And wipe my knees Afterwards Your Was that a noise by the door Silly man Milk always around the front Still New guy I'll churn him Round Dave |
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latearrival Member Ascendant
since 2003-03-21
Posts 5499Florida |
This is lovely. Ejoyed reading, the picture and words sets one to thinking. martyjo. |
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ice Member Elite
since 2003-05-17
Posts 3404Pennsylvania |
Yes, Nancy That's where they go.. The sea is the only vessel large enough to hold all of the worlds yesterdays dreams. enjoyed the poem and picture... ----------ice ><> |
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