Open Poetry #37 |
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Wind Dancer |
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WindWalker Senior Member
since 2001-10-12
Posts 1218 |
I saw her dance in autumn leaves of misty vales; I saw her run with wild horses over wind-swept plains passing through her fading untamed world. I don't know why I saw her as I was following the trail of other hungry, greedy men stripping her land of riches long dead in the madness called trading centres. Perhaps it was just a sudden warming breath of the Chinook wind which brought me a fragment of her song from the wilds causing me to stop and listen: "Your soul will never be content with riches sought from greed: they bring but pain and misery true riches are found only here-- in a garden planted with dreams watered in celestial love..." The sound of her voice, the measure of her words will haunt me forever, the wandering poet no longer able to believe the world's version of riches. |
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Midnitesun![]()
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
It would be too easy to name her Mariah, as I can't seem to shut out that old melody. Listen to the wind, watch her as she dances through space and time, revealing the core of the Earth, its heartbeat. Your eyes are keenly focused on the essence of Life. |
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ThisDiamond Member Rara Avis
since 2002-02-22
Posts 9353Michigan, USA |
hauntingly beautiful. TD |
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The Lady Member Rara Avis
since 2005-12-26
Posts 7634The Southwest |
Awesome WindWalker. |
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