Joy came
whispering through autumn oaks
soft as silence
strong as the first stormy rains
that bring an end to waiting
Joy came
slowly over green eastern ridges
and scattered peace of mind
countless shades of light
across billowed cloudscapes
Joy came
singing high over rooftops
hopping limb to bough
light brown plumage flashing
moments of hope
Joy came
from deep in the shadowed woods
and called out the moon
a hundred voices howling
harmonies of thanks
Joy came
from the dark wells of mystery
where spawn the ancient stars
to pierce the moonlit night
with streaks of understanding
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a first for me
second poem of yours I've read -- first time I have liked Free Verse. I stick to rhyming poetry.
Especially like the last verse (astronomy interests me)
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Ah that's good to hear. You'll find that I explore both structured and free verse poetry with equal alacrity.
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Hey Erin
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Beautiful; simply!
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Shimmering with brilliance
Must just be my preferance of reading because I felt the passion in this one Erin.
Joy came
slowly over green eastern ridges
and scattered peace of mind
countless shades of light
across billowed cloudscapes
This is my favorite stanza, to have joy and peace of mind at the same time is a rare accomplishment. It seems that many people feel guilty for feeling joy thus not giving them the peace of mind that they should have.. some feel as if they have to appropriate that feeling, I say all they have to do is read this. I think the only thing that caught me up was it just seems as if it would read better if you added an "it" before spawns in the last stanza. I am sure that your mind has a reason for not doing so, so with that said let me just say brilliant...
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