Cool brisk breeze flows through my hair.
Strange exotic scents drift in on air.
Seasonal remembrance changing hues,
fly on zephyr phantoms of winds new.
Misty meadows urge me to higher ground,
Where hilltop sunlight vistas new abound.
Inexplicable whispered voices call to me,
"come explore the unknown,come to me."
Discovery is the essence of life's quest.
I tear cross the mountainous highest crests.
In seeking the answers to life's destiny,
With inspired exuberance in misty breeze.
From youthful times it's been my bent,
To follow a call of change to better yet.
mists of change by Angela Cox
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A contest entry
- Image Prompt by Grey Mouser.
725 points, ended November 27, 2008, 4 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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Awesome! This is a very deep and fitting take on the image. Masterfully written. This will do will in the contest!
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Wonderfully written, knowing the way and staying to it as one travels through life. Beautiful imagery, many thanks for entering into the contest.
Be well and be blessed,
Mouser -
Ohhhhhhh
This is beautiful, sis. I love each and every visual you offer the reader. You do that, you know. Folks can 'see, smell, feel'. Excellent on the theme.
Only thing I would do differently is lift the punctuation. Your words have wings and they need to ascend !!!!
Thank you!
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Life is change and to fight such currents
is to invite stagnation and death. You
capture much atmosphere in this piece
that interplays with nature and the unlimiting
of ourselves. Blue
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this is beautiful as always your poems sing your heart of life and spirit to uplift one soul....miss you girl...
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