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The Real McCoy

The beauty of a summer’s day
When each breath comes with ease,
As love sent from the shining sun
Is captured by the trees
And memories of things to come
Are borne upon the breeze,
Our sense of fortunes magical
Develops by degrees.

We stand upon the riverbank
The land and water’s edge,
Between the tow’ring bulrush
And the groundcover of sedge,
A metaphoric precipice
A giant mountain ledge,
Our thoughts of karmic destiny
The thin end of a wedge.

Within the water’s shimmer are
These faces that we know
As well as other energies
Reflected as a glow,
Contrasted by a darkness felt
Down in the undertow,
A silent narrative of truths
The spirits want to show.

Enriched in understanding we
Are filled with love and joy,
Befuddled in confusion when
Anxieties annoy,
Amused by one another when
Our wits we well employ;
Is this just phantom footing
Or is it the real McCoy?






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  • daffodilblossom
    December 4, 2008
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    nice

    great poem


  • 2lullabyhaven
    November 30, 2008

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    Perfect, I'm going to have to find another category to place you in hahaha just kidding, you are coming on stronger and stronger, though, which is a good thing lol your prompts are delicious


    • PerVirtuous
      November 30, 2008
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      Why thank you for your wonderful comments.

      ...................................................Not David.


  • michellemybelle gold member
    November 30, 2008

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    ah, she choose a great prompt, I love this pic...your words fit it well...you two seem to make a great team!
    blessings and love,
    Michelle


  • myrataal silver member
    November 29, 2008

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    Lauren is good for you ...

    and you write poetry that is good for me -- sometimes.

    Love
    Always Myra

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