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Nov 15, 2011 7:49:43 GMT -5
Post by frankievon on Nov 15, 2011 7:49:43 GMT -5
Lucid light in the midst of night, Obscure formations of the clouds in sight..., Luminous rays sift through my soul, Synchronized beat of my heart so bold..., Galloping breeze puts my mind at ease, Hallowed winds intertwined with the trees..., Circumferential Spectrum so vast and vibrant, Cerebral paralysis at last, Don't fight it......
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Nov 15, 2011 10:58:59 GMT -5
Post by johan on Nov 15, 2011 10:58:59 GMT -5
Welcome to Echoes my friend, great piece.
Johan
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Nov 15, 2011 12:01:10 GMT -5
Post by michaelgallatin on Nov 15, 2011 12:01:10 GMT -5
Pretty scene and description new friend, enjoyed it! I'm 63, you're the same age as my youngest "child", no offense meant. Just that at my age I feel even more inclined to think about and write poems about "getting away". My only criticism, if you see it as such, is that I wouldn't refer to finding some peace and tranquility while gazing at the sky as "cerebral paralysis". I get the idea but I'm very unsure about paralysis being the word you want to use though it's your poem. Perhaps tranquility or peace, maybe clarity or even sanity. Time away from what you refer to as putrid in your other poem. But you're the author so this call is yours to make!
Wishing You That Peace, Mike
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Nov 15, 2011 12:26:33 GMT -5
Post by Lisa Arnold on Nov 15, 2011 12:26:33 GMT -5
great description, much enjoyed you!
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