the moors lie as an open canvas
blown smooth by the wind,
barrenness, barrenness, barrenness that
gives birth to so much poetry.
the opening dawn brushes the heart
steals it away into the sweet, the familiar mundane
a wavering chord of birdsong
weaves through thick emptiness
fading, fading, fading
into the fog; straying,
waking
in the rain.
lost hopes are called back
and loves
wander into the sun
leaving the nest behind,
circling, circling, circling
over the gentle folds of the earth.
God bless,
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PRETTY!!!!!!!!!!!!
A sweet write to go down in the ap history books. Great concept and vocabulary.
POETDONTKNOWIT
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This poem is very beautiful and peaceful. A person that is as stressed out as I am will be calm by this piece of art work.
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Very nice. There is a very smoothing quality to this piece. While I'm not generally a fan of repetition, it worked here. P.S. "circling" is spelled incorrectly in the second and third mention. Lovely poem.
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Oops, thanks for letting me know, and for your lovely comment!
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Pretty words paint pretty picture, there are things personally I would have altered but then it would read differently
kindest thoughts and wishes.
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I would actually love to read your suggestions. It's always interesting to see my poem through someone else's eyes! Thanks for your comment!
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Love the painting imagery - that really worked well. Also the comparison to birds - all together nicely stated
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What a beautiful poem. How could you shame this? It is absolutely beautiful. I'm going to nominate it for the front page.
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Thank you so much for your kind words!! You are very encouraging and I appreciate your comment.
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Very good!
Paints a picture in my head!! It's full of emotion, you can tell it comes from the heart. Good job. -
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Thank you very much, I'm glad you enjoyed my poem!
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