| Open Poetry #48 |
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Thinking of Huan Yi |
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Alison![]() ![]() ![]()
since 2008-01-27
Posts 9318Lumpy oatmeal makes me crazy!
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Dried leaves rattled and rolled Across the rain-soaked yard Until they rested on blades of browned grass Lit like amber by lingering rays of autumn sunlight They flitted in place Reminding me of birds with broken wings - Alison |
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nakdthoughts Member Laureate
since 2000-10-29
Posts 19200Between the Lines |
lovely thoughts as I think about so many today~~ ![]() M |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
You made me shiver inside with these touchingly beautiful words. Such poignant imagery. John will be moved too up there ... Love, Margherita |
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suthern![]()
since 1999-07-29
Posts 20723Louisiana |
Tears fill my eyes at both the beauty of your words and the reason for the writing. Thank you for this, sweet lady. |
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secondhanddreampoet Member Ascendant
since 2006-11-07
Posts 6394a 'Universalist' ! |
excellent writing !! ... what happened to John that I don't know about?!! |
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Gale Senior Member
since 2013-06-10
Posts 578Russia |
Beautiful poem! |
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jwesley Member Rara Avis
since 2000-04-30
Posts 7563Spring, Texas |
Outstanding piece, my friend. j. |
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Marchmadness Member Rara Avis
since 2007-09-16
Posts 9271So. El Monte, California |
This is so appropriate for John. Beautiful. Ida |
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OwlSA Member Rara Avis
since 2005-11-07
Posts 9347Durban, South Africa |
Alison, I have no words. Just that you revered John so beautifully, entering his very soul and blended your words with his. Tears Owl |
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Alison![]() ![]() ![]()
since 2008-01-27
Posts 9318Lumpy oatmeal makes me crazy! |
Thank you all. I know we will not fill the hole that John has left here. A |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
enjoyed...James |
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secondhanddreampoet Member Ascendant
since 2006-11-07
Posts 6394a 'Universalist' ! |
there are rather too many now ... that no longer walk the fine blue sands of 'P.I.P.-land' by the cyber-sea. All those fine poets are grandly missed! |
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