Open Poetry #39 |
Crystal Epochal |
themute Member
since 2006-05-08
Posts 469Maryland |
Crystal Epochal All pseudo but reflections In the sheen of early daylight standing The tree whose arms reach farther Than my arms sure ever could Blowing is the wind, gentle fingers through the grass Churning memories forgotten for my daydreams How wonderful she was The birds that fly south cry a song I love Slow arrow fly to the warmth of her bosom Carry a letter in the shape of my heart To a lady who lives there Where the beaming sun is shining down pacifically Each sunrise there is heaven, each sunset-night The gift I wish to give This day a day I hope remembrance My light within a-'lumine I am the two-toed wanderer |
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DreamerSpirit Member
since 2006-10-02
Posts 240Buenos Aires, Argentina |
All i can say is 'Wow'!...just incredible, I really enjoyed reading this!... Good Work!. |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
"Carry a letter in the shape of my heart To a lady who lives there Where the beaming sun is shining down pacifically" what a request!! I love it! very vivid feelings here, and I love the ending very much |
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seraphin Senior Member
since 2000-09-24
Posts 1004Michigan |
Pure Matt. You have a visual vocabulary, and an ortory imagination. Your feelings are tangible to the reader. Very lovely. Sandra |
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