Open Poetry #39 |
Breathing Nil |
themute Member
since 2006-05-08
Posts 469Maryland |
Lent by you, my dove of sighing-calls, This autumns-kiss-respite that quivers so; Embraced and given forceful-handed; As the murmured whispers of the wind Gave sways to tree-branch fingers growing seedlings. I remember grievance in your postulate: Did not the earth with aught create the privileged sky? I am the two-toed wanderer |
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Roniece Dawson-Bruce Member Ascendant
since 2000-01-29
Posts 5689Sydney, Australia |
Matthew... this I like! You have such passion in your words... enjoyed! Be well Roniece |
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trutodaraiders Senior Member
since 2006-12-02
Posts 820CA |
Nice word usage. This is a nice poem |
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