Oh I just LOVED that last stanza. Goes deep, deep, deep.
Oh I just LOVED that last stanza. Goes deep, deep, deep.
Why thank you, Boddaert, so glad it worked for you.I appreciate your kind words.
There is no life I know
To compare with pure imagination.
Living there you’ll be free
If you truly wish to be.~ Willy Wonka
Gumby--I was digging around in the old threads and came across this Gem, because of something personal I am going through, this resonated with me in a deeply personal way. I think I will remove this "Hair shirt" I have been wearing for far too long. It is time to change....Thank you for sharing your beautiful poem with me...Peace always...Julia
She lost herself in the trees,
among the ever-changing leaves.
She wept beneath the wild sky
as stars told stories of ancient times.
The flowers grew toward her light,
the river called her name at night.
She could not live an ordinary life,
with the mysteries of the universe
hidden in her eyes....
Author: Christy Ann Martine
Death leaves a heartache no one can heal,
love leaves a memory no one can steal....
Author unknown.
Juls, it seems that women especially have so many hair shirts packed away. I'm glad you've decided to throw yours out. I hope some day to get rid of all of mine, too.
Wishing you peace, dear.
There is no life I know
To compare with pure imagination.
Living there you’ll be free
If you truly wish to be.~ Willy Wonka
I like the simplicity of the language in this piece. In this instance, it lends power.
Thanks for a good read.
Cheers,
Firebird
She lost herself in the trees,
among the ever-changing leaves.
She wept beneath the wild sky
as stars told stories of ancient times.
The flowers grew toward her light,
the river called her name at night.
She could not live an ordinary life,
with the mysteries of the universe
hidden in her eyes....
Author: Christy Ann Martine
Death leaves a heartache no one can heal,
love leaves a memory no one can steal....
Author unknown.
There's nothing I can say that has not already been said;this made my bones ache... a dark and glorious piece...
my warmest
bob
Nature weeps, the devil sings
at mans greed and pride
and what it brings
Just lots of useless
little things
Thank you, Bob!![]()
There is no life I know
To compare with pure imagination.
Living there you’ll be free
If you truly wish to be.~ Willy Wonka
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