Open Poetry #39 |
Mirage |
trutodaraiders Senior Member
since 2006-12-02
Posts 820CA |
What creature's... imperfect are we, Our hearts to lead us lost? And journey on the stormy sea, 'Tis a journey must be crossed. We blindly see what wasn't there, As man- less water... the image sees, A mirage of beauty- she didn't care, He falls down lost upon his knees. His image gone and ne'er returns, A journey now at end, A tortured soul- his lesson learned, 'Til another mirage for him does send. Poetry is just the evidence of life. |
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Kethry Member Rara Avis
since 2000-07-29
Posts 9082Victoria Australia |
We may be imperfect creatures but you write a perfect rhyme. a good commitee can decimate communication. |
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trutodaraiders Senior Member
since 2006-12-02
Posts 820CA |
Thank You. I have read a few of your poems coming from you is a very nice compliment |
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Roniece Dawson-Bruce Member Ascendant
since 2000-01-29
Posts 5689Sydney, Australia |
Bill, our dear sweet Kethry writes some beautiful lines as do you my friend... RDB |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
bittersweet...lovely write |
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The Lady Member Rara Avis
since 2005-12-26
Posts 7634The Southwest |
"What creature's... imperfect are we, Our hearts to lead us lost?" your work is lovely Bill and this thought... amazing |
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Beatrice Boyle Member
since 2006-12-06
Posts 438 |
Unrequited love is one of the saddest things to go through in life. But then...maybe that's the attraction for us. Very nicely done. Bea Grandma Bea |
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