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Post by backstreetdreamer on Sept 8, 2010 4:24:51 GMT -5
Sitting on a moss tinged bench that looked out on the river’s flow Immersed within the Autumn’s song, a prisoner of it’s holy glow, Through overhanging branches she was painted in her peace As she stood and stretched up to the air, a flowering release, The cinder path meandered through a shadow skimmed sojourn As everywhere upon the air, the seasons start to turn, Those ethereal enigmas, spectres of the faceless sun That ignite the burning river with the patterns they have spun.
Then she strolled along the cinder path, absorbed within a day That picked her up and carried her so softly far away, Past rippled flickering remains of liquid lassitude And through the arches of the shade, where no light dares intrude, As ghost white swans flowed through her eyes like spirits of the mist She felt like time was sleeping, and not wrapped around her wrist, There were round the corner whispers wrapped in waving willow sighs And she listened to their secrets with a sense of silk surprise.
The swifts screamed ever joyful while they fluttered overhead As they set off on their travels, with the Summer almost dead, And she looked up with regret, and with a final soft goodbye As a single crystal teardrop left the corner of her eye, For she felt the pages turning to the Autumn’s russet wine Another script, another verse of natural design, But still her smile was carried to a distant breathing shore When snow dreams fade, and flowers wave to greet the sun once more…
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Post by windowflower on Sept 8, 2010 19:55:45 GMT -5
I truly enjoy getting lost in your word mazes.. you is an event love this line especially for its cleverness: She felt like time was sleeping, and not wrapped around her wristexcellent..
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Post by sunny on Sept 8, 2010 21:58:49 GMT -5
I too feel very enjoy to get lost in your lines and words! very beautiful Keith! and I really like these few lines... "Another script, another verse of natural design, But still her smile was carried to a distant breathing shore When snow dreams fade, and flowers wave to greet the sun once more… " wonderful!
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Post by Lisa Arnold on Sept 9, 2010 13:49:57 GMT -5
great poetry as always, a fine post!
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Post by b4sunset on Sept 9, 2010 22:58:59 GMT -5
A kaliedoscope of feelings and tone, keith.. just smashing!
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Post by purplespirit on Sept 11, 2010 14:55:56 GMT -5
Seasons, scents, colours, pictures - everything put alive by your great poem. Thanks! Ulla xx
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Post by Lisa Arnold on Sept 12, 2010 2:13:28 GMT -5
ENJOY you award!
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Post by trina on Sept 12, 2010 3:10:47 GMT -5
congrats!
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Post by sunny on Sept 12, 2010 21:19:16 GMT -5
Congrats to you!
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