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The Whispering of the Oaks

I feel the sway in the wind,
As I watch the trees dance above,
Touches of sunlight here and there
Fight through the leaves to my feet.

The tall oaks whisper to me
Words I cannot understand.
Branches touch my shoulder
Pushing me along.

I follow the dirt path,
Coated in browned, fallen leaves,
Following each bend and curve
Around small grass hills.

Down bellow me on this cliff,
Almost close enough to touch,
Is the gift the trees invited me to,
The reason I followed their whisper.

Long black hair blows gentle
As the breeze makes it dance round you
Along with the swaying of the oaks
In a circle all about you.

Against a fallen tree you lean,
Legs tucked beneath you
With tall grasses falling and swaying
Over your blue clad thighs.

The sun dances through the leaves
Casting fairy kisses on your cheeks
As you sit there oblivious,
Your eyes cast down in that book.

I smile to myself at this site,
A beautiful boy below me in the grass,
The tall oaks whispering encouragement
To my listening, patient soul.

Everything I would give to be brave enough,
And worthy enough to go to you,
Sit beside you in the tall grasses
And breath in your sweet scent.

But content I am to watch you here,
With the blessing of the oaks above,
As your hair dances about you
And the trees sway around you.

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Written April 12th, 2005

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  • bowie
    June 5, 2005
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    Yet another great poem. I love your use of imagry, not pushing into obsessive, just enouph to give the picture, and leave me listening to the words, spilling on. I can almsot reach out and touch the boy sitting there.......
    Great right!

    Bowie of the knife and spear,
    Rose of the thonrs,
    Morner of the lost.


  • epitaph-macabre
    May 20, 2005
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    < LOVES nature tree poems <is all warm and fuzzy inside thank u for write-ing such a Beautiful poem * smile


  • AzureBlue gold member
    May 20, 2005
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    This is beautiful! As the others have pointed out, your imagery was wonderful. This poem left me feeling calm and serene, as well as though I had just taken a lovely walk through nature. Excellent write!

    Lorena


  • D-niecee
    May 16, 2005
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    Great Job

    This is a beautiful poem very discriptive and image giving. Great job it seems so peaceful. Great job

  • beautiful


  • peluche
    May 3, 2005
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    This is beautiful. This is definitly a poem and not prose as your first commenter suggested. The flow and diction are terrific and the imagery was outstanding. Thank you for taking the time to enter this in my contest.


  • aslanlight
    May 1, 2005
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    This has a magical, mystical feel to it. It's also very peaceful and has the idealism of searching for somthing.
    I like it a lot!

  • PennyB
    April 15, 2005
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    Erin, this is just beautiful. It is so sweet and very descriptive. You have written a really nice poem here. Penny


  • Taur-amandil silver member
    April 13, 2005
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    Thanks, sis. You sure do know how to make me blush!


  • pattyann4500
    April 13, 2005
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    S5, L1, misspelled "gentle."

    This is a breathtakingly beautiful poem. The imagery, the wonderful descriptions, everything about it is lovely. Erin, Sweetie, I do believe you have one of the most wonderful writing abilities of anyone I have had the honor to know! Perfect!! Hugs, Patricia

  • Lacyte
    April 13, 2005
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    I love the images you paint with your words in this poem. I could almost see and feel and hear everything you described. Very well done and keep them coming.


  • SexyAngel0418
    April 13, 2005
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    WOW!!! This is an awesome poem Auntie Erin!!! I love the imagery and all used!!! This is AWESOME!!!

    Hugs,
    Beth


  • La fanciulla
    April 12, 2005
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    "The sun dances through the leaves
    Casting fairy kisses on your cheeks
    As you sit there oblivious,
    Your eyes cast down in that book."

    I especially love this line.

    Great poem all-in-all and keep it up~

    -Anna

  • pellucidrockstar
    April 12, 2005
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    a beautiful image, this is still more prose afflicted with linebreaks than poetry
    rythm, alliteration, emphasis through wordplay: you can do it.

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