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When Earth Is Thirsty

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I spend little time
contemplating empty

with nose to glass
pressing face,
watching rain.


But drops of pain
in rhythm's wake
do coagulate
in patterns of ego,

descending window
collecting lost
brothers and sisters,

hoping rush of flooded fable
comes in wash of distant storm
spilling life in wilder inspiration,

saving child
from dreary dribble
on Saturday
when earth is thirsty.


For in my lines of Nature's sigh
in bluer wish
for morning's sky,

there is always colored brush
in palette full of ancient rhymes
waiting to be found, and rescued,

seeking that which makes me lonely,

this love I crave
in fairy tale
of feather's blush on winter's morning,

where snow does crunch in affirmation,

eyes to sparkle inner warmth
for one who smiles of my salvation.








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  • pen-inhand
    July 10, 2007
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    This is an amazing piece. So poignant. The flow is smoothe without flaw. Simply beautiful. Kelly


  • Peteskid gold member
    July 5, 2007

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    and the story of water is the story of us, the snows of winter are part of our essence, and if we know this we come closer to nature... well done ...PK


  • Night Hope gold member
    July 3, 2007

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    "hoping rush of flooded fable
    comes in wash of distant storm
    spilling life in wilder inspiration"

    Sighhh...Everyone loves your words, my dear Friend...but none more than me...This is a beautiful piece, Scribe...Good luck in the contest, Sweetie... Wanda


  • tara wilson gold member
    July 3, 2007

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    Tears are falling...sigh...

    how come you blow me away with every contest entry?

    "with nose to glass
    pressing face,
    watching rain.


    But drops of pain
    in rhythm's wake
    do coagulate
    in patterns of ego,

    descending window
    collecting lost
    brothers and sisters,"...

    "saving child
    from dreary dribble
    on Saturday
    when earth is thirsty."

    "eyes to sparkle inner warmth
    for one who smiles of my salvation."

    Thank you for this entry








  • Lj-
    July 3, 2007

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    You are such an awesome writer.
    Seriously, this is so great.

    Loved:
    "For in my lines of Nature's sigh
    in bluer wish
    for morning's sky,"


    Very amazing words.

    Best of luck.



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