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Infatuation.
Contributed by
cashfan1
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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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Re: Infatuation.
(User Rating: 1 ) by hauntedscorp on
Tuesday, 18th March 2014 @ 09:06:48 AM AEST (User
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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.
(User Rating: 1 ) by softerware on
Tuesday, 18th March 2014 @ 08:58:50 PM AEST (User
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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.
(User Rating: 1 ) by Former_Member on
Tuesday, 18th March 2014 @ 11:31:04 PM AEST (User
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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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