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Sweet child of earth

 

 

Your eyes the colors of growing grass
not yet ripe, chartreus, soft silken blades
that hunger and thirst.

 

Thus she hears the tears of nightfall

weep their silent beckoning call.

Deep sorrow rains loves gentle dew

to honor their fragile fall.

 

Alone in the night, we need not fear,

the aching loss of our bold tears.

Plant your feet in the earth so sweet

feel the strength of wise lessons learnt.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Author notes

contest prompt: Your eyes the colors of growing grass
not yet ripe, chartreuse,

 

 The wisest lessons I have learned,

is when I have been willing to shed bold tears of understanding.

 

talented artistry of me ana @glittergraphics.com

 

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  • penman gold member
    December 27, 2008
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    Excellent

    What a terrific take on the prompt. So very well done. Best of luck in the contest.


  • Disturbed Prodigy
    December 24, 2008

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    Wow, and i do mean that my jaw fell to the ground after reading this i loved it, keep it flowing and good luck in the contest


  • Beauty Of Silence
    December 23, 2008

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    wow wow wow!

    i love this poem so much. it was so beautifully penned and the words you have used, the descriptions and the metaphors have created such a lovely and intense image in mind. and the picture you have up is gorgeous. keep penning, this was awesome


  • stargazer.
    December 23, 2008

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    How about this one

    "your eyes the colors of growing grass
    not yet ripe,chartreus"

    tell me if you would like another