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Infatuation.
Contributed by
cashfan1
on
Tuesday, 18th March 2014 @ 07:07:28 AM in AEST
Topic:
NaturePoetry
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I climbed past proud trees
And fields echoing with sheep
Coming out on top of the world
Or so it seemed
Where clouds, grey vanishing vapors,
Parted in welcome
And behind and beyond me
The horizon cantered on blue hooves
Past a puppet Buzzard
Dangling on strings of yellow sun.
A cone of rocks at my feet,
Grass like a sheaf of blank pages,
All words gone,
Eroded by wind and rain.
Nothing moved, no sound other than
Silence
And all around me the natural shapes
Of evolution
Consumed by the season
And my mind's infatuation with solitude.
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2014-03-18 07:07:28]
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Re: Infatuation.
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by hauntedscorp on
Tuesday, 18th March 2014 @ 09:06:48 AM AEST
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Beautiful imagery you have created here. It sounds wonderful and very peaceful. Now that is a good infatuation to have!
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Re: Infatuation.
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by softerware on
Tuesday, 18th March 2014 @ 08:58:50 PM AEST
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How absolutely lovely and serene. I felt peaceful just reading this. You paint with words; and your pallet is a rainbow! "Grass like a sheaf of blank pages"…
I may never look at the landscape again without thinking of all the similes you have ascribed to your cast of silent characters.
Wonderful.
softerware
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Re: Infatuation.
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by Former_Member on
Tuesday, 18th March 2014 @ 11:31:04 PM AEST
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I never tire of your paintings in poetry. You took me to a place of serenity.
I cherish my solitude at times.
Thank you for a very enjoyable read.
Tim |
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