I saunter witlessly the crooked
little man-made trails that wind
insignifance to its peripheries
Sauntering along a hide away
of my mother's secet, hidden
in glades of illiterate hearts
I come aroused to the waters
ripples of passion's emulate
touching the shores of meager
arousing meditation where the
Spirit's descend to touch the
delicate greeneries, elapsed
songs of quietude serenade a
song of candor to the sweet
blossoms, the wind in my hair
austerely runs while serenity
tugs my heart, taking all woe
sweeping me to verbal waters
visions in dreams, dreams in
visions softly lap the shores
passions filled of personas
taking me to a moment in time,
my mother holds me, touching
me, softening my exacerbations
Please tell me what you think
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This is very lovely, I believe in mediation to I even have a poem on mediation. But yours is really beautiful. It was a pleasure to read.
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Beautiful words to carry you floating along the river of peacefulness. You are completely in tune with nature.
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Mmmmmm. Nice. Reading this I found myself back at the banks of the Rapid Creek where it meets the Cheyenne River. This work has the rhyhm of Nature...Peaceful. Serene.
Bravo!
Marianne
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BREATH TAKING
I found myself lost in the beauty of your words...they flow so softly to the heart and caress the soul with it's wonder of these shores of passion...vision in dreams, dreams in visions...sighs...Niaish so much for sharing with me
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beautiful - I love this....I was going to write a similar poem with the same sort of feel/comparison...nothing feels like being in the warmth of our Mother's arms...and here, I feel, like you are talking about being in the arms of our Mother Earth.....so lovely...
....I love your poems
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