Open Poetry #39 |
Circles ever dying |
themute Member
since 2006-05-08
Posts 469Maryland |
Circles ever dying Sea bells ring the dawns not ready To signal shapes from shadows fell The sacred source of ravens blood Gulls left crying, feeding, sighing Old sounds are new, each time steady New waves are ever churning well Tell fire gavels the chance be good A new beast brooding, laying, dying I am the two-toed wanderer [This message has been edited by themute (09-28-2006 11:49 PM).] |
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william foos Member
since 2006-09-13
Posts 77schenectady,new york,usa |
well the sea is only beatiful from a distance the colser you get all you see is the salty tears from it's disrespected sickness great write keep doing well love the papa i see what i write and write what i see |
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seraphin Senior Member
since 2000-09-24
Posts 1004Michigan |
What is it with the ravens making me cry of late? First Dark, and now you! I think maybe it's not the raven, but rather the stark beauty of the writen words. I cannot begin to tell you how much your words pull at my mind. I watch you mix style with format, and blend a rhapsody that reverberates with power. Regardless of format, your power shows through. And I like this one alot, too! Sandra |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
quoth the mute for always and forevermore the circle changes... yet stays |
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