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High Peaks
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High Peaks |
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ThisDiamond Member Rara Avis
since 2002-02-22
Posts 9353Michigan, USA |
High Peaks Raised, as the bosom of the earth To grandest gesture, moved up, arms open Such lofty dreams, once chased the whispers of the wind Making shadows on the faces of bold and stirring vistas Morning, in fluttering eyelash, awakens to miracles My heart echoes the sound of dawn The role I was born to, before the stars that made me Strength, anchoring a chaotic sea, time beckons Forming a foundation that will not crumble, will not stumble Or let fall the light, built in labors at the summit of will The ancients sang songs that still rally in my soul Though I am not stone, but flesh and bone, Still warm in primal stew Unlike the earth, in my muted colors, to feel the sky Caress of the clouds, fit as skin, along the cling Smoothing the flanks of curved slope and enthusiasm Making taut my passion to endure, harder and higher the sigh At sunrise, in snowmelt, might the ripple of endearment Lay at your feet, the purest of my white, high peaks Copyright Kkh 12/8/06 [This message has been edited by ThisDiamond (12-09-2006 08:03 AM).] |
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trutodaraiders Senior Member
since 2006-12-02
Posts 820CA |
Ohh yeah, click and save to my hard drive. Wonderful when I collect my thoughts I will comment again. The ancients sang songs that still rally in my soul Though I am not stone, but flesh and bone, Still warm in primal stew |
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Kethry Member Rara Avis
since 2000-07-29
Posts 9082Victoria Australia |
Wonderfully done I think you have a typo in the first line of the second stanza. a good commitee can decimate communication. |
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nakdthoughts Member Laureate
since 2000-10-29
Posts 19200Between the Lines |
Smoothing the flanks of curved slope and enthusiasm Making taut my passion to endure, harder and higher the sigh... great lines as I sigh this cold morning~~  M |
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The Lady Member Rara Avis
since 2005-12-26
Posts 7634The Southwest |
beautiful poem TD building all the way to this magnificent ending "At sunrise, in snowmelt, might the ripple of endearment Lay at your feet, the purest of my white, high peaks" |
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marcel Senior Member
since 2003-03-02
Posts 660az, usa |
beautiful on the grandest skills of a piece of art...a picture painted with words. |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
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Interloper
since 2000-11-06
Posts 8369Deep in the heart |
gr8 write  Poet, said my Muse to me, look in thy heart and write. |
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JL Member Ascendant
since 2004-04-01
Posts 6128Texas, USA |
Picturesque. Had me thinking about Montana. Wonderful write. JL Thomas, because thou hast seen me, thou hast believed: |
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Magnus
since 2001-10-10
Posts 14135South Carolina, USA |
Excellent, this could be a moutain range or perhaps lunch for two at Hooters? |
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