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| >> Campfire Creative >> Poetry >> Nature >> ID #1545183 |
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| [Introduction] Lying in the fragrant grass on a warm summer's day... the clouds tell a story not of this world. |
the bright day becomes hypnotic. I watch the clouds as they tumble by sculpting shapes and forms exotic. I seek their etheral embrace. Their form and essence call to me my imagination gives chase. whatever is going to be A line or two of doggerel verse at first Is going to make me absolutely burst A talker to the wind, who, thinks verse is very, very tricky! Now a poet too? Lie sublime in sweetest bliss, whilst unicorns float on by. Gentle breezes lightly kiss, as I breath a sigh. so must my cover, I must leave the field of clover and find my missing lover? Night will dance across the moon the stars guiding me home. I need my lover, will I find him soon? The pale evening light, so cleverly, carves fantastic shapes that call out to me with coquettish glimpses, teasingly. And with the darkness, reverie ends as I leave the realm of my new friends where water and light, in an ageless dance, await patiently to once more entrance. This verse now joins the realm of the dead. Its meandering ways will find final rest as we leave with a murmured "We've done our best." The End! © Copyright 2009 HuntersMoon - Gone4Awhile, Myst-ing up over goodbyes, Sticktalker, Love you, Lyle!, ShellySunshine, (known as GROUP). All rights reserved. GROUP has granted Writing.Com, its affiliates and its syndicates non-exclusive rights to display this work. |