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Temptations

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The river winds round to the sea

where freedom meets the wind,

through pain and pleasure flows the spirit

seeking peace and light.

 

My paper boat is battered

yet somehow miracles see me through,

I see castles of dominion

that would halt my journey's completion.

 

Yet walls of uninviting

so austere I cannot climb,

that waterfall of innocent hope

is merely to blind me from my quest.

 

I shall be one day victorious

my pathway is most clear,

let not illusions hamper me

to reach epiphany's gaze.

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  • spiritualangel
    August 31, 2008

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    Yet walls of uninviting
    so austere I cannot climb,
    that waterfall of innocent hope
    is merely to blind me from my quest.

    Beautifully penned. Gracious. Best of Luck.


  • trekkergirl
    August 31, 2008

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    I really like the picture and I think that the poem goes well with it. I think that you used imagery very well and that this is a very well written piece of work. Good job


  • Everwind Rising
    August 30, 2008
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    You have an amazing way of seeing metaphor in pictures.


  • Carolina Moon gold member
    August 30, 2008

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    A stunning piece of poetry my friend. WOW. Loved it!!
    Best of luck sweetness.


  • FransB gold member
    August 30, 2008

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    Bravo

    for the words of the final stanza. I loved the first stanza the most. There is progression in the 'image' conveyed in this poem - most enjoyable. Frans

  • Bob Fox
    August 30, 2008

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    Gay

    Words of a wise poet and the power of the mind prevails ove all evil. Always a pleasure to read your poetry. I remember as a kid.. that paper boat sailing down my Nile on a Brooklyn street.

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