The words found buried in the distant past,
That drift like smooth reflections on a lake,
That mock the living, dark and overcast
And give far more than ever they could take.
The dappled light throws soft, haphazard shade,
A hint of Summer's breath is on the air
And all the rules lie broken, un-obeyed,
A welcome breeze that brushes through my hair.
And when the words are strong the day is long
And when they're frail and weak I know despair,
The Muses build the bridges of my song
And lift the weight of time and heavy care.
Lost worlds of love and sensitive mystique,
The poetry forgotten and unique.
Please tell me what you think
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A beautifully written sonnet to the timeless muse of antiquity. The words drift through the mind gently without disturbing the air.
And all the rules lie broken, un-obeyed,
A welcome breeze that brushes through my hair.
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this is a wonderful write..=] this is a mericle finding.this is just what I've needed I really have been feeling a bit low..thanks sooo much for sharing your thoughts with others..I hope that others share the same interests as do I!!my fave two lines are thys last writen..again..a magnificent write..brava brava.. Sarah a.k.a. sweet.x.juliet
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Your poetry is more than an enliven painting... I like when the breeze are used in poetry, the way you do it - simplicity turned to perfection.
~Sonja~
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You have captured the essence of reflection for our words. Poets throw words to gather in the wind and lay where energy stops. The beauty of how and where poetry is posted awakens the reader to build a bridge to collect these song before they are cast off and laid aside to be forgotten.
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WONDERFUL!!!!
As one just sits back and takes in the summer air and aromas around them their memories come back to them with both beauty and despair.
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The pen that is lost may be found
Those worlds of love and sensitive mystique
which now seem lost from dreams may know rebirth,
fragility and weakness, care or pique,
give way to joy as heart finds home and be(r)th.
The Muses building bridges of soul's song
shall soar above word weariness to find
despair proves mirage, static which from strong
falls silent as transparency heals mind.
Our living lake is fed by bounty's streams
which flow from know through show to share again,
and deep reflections summon up those dreams
which incarnations link, unkown is pain.
A hint of Summer's breath is in the air,
all rules fall by the board in future fair ...
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OH... one of my favorites by you!!!! i love this! and in your most beautiful sonnet form!
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Your words
All I can say is that your words, this poem is magnificent. Proof that truie poets can write from their hearts and not heed to the flock that just seeks words of sex. I bow to you poet
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a sombre piece of poetry here that throws a sigh out into the world, to watch it flutter across the clouds. a good poem, soft and gentle with sadness.
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This is an outstanding piece of poetry. Wonderful rhyme and flow. This was beautifully written, as your work usually is!
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