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A Day Is Our Life

Life dawns like sunrise Soft pinks and blues against the black from which it came Sudden burst of light stretching fingers and toes to a new day. Receiving blankets of fluffy white Soft breezes, from Mother Earth, kiss the cheeks of a brand new day. Spread your wings and announce our new life for we are blessed! Rustle the name through the leaves, over fields and hills Blow strong over the oceans Grow tall from sapling to a mighty oak Early morning of our life is for bountiful energy and ***** Splashing and running, carrying treasures to unknown banks afar. Frolicking from tree to tree chasing the cottonwood seeds Then approached the noon of our lives A time to pause; to partake of nourishment from our hearts and minds Lying in fields of bluebonnets and pink poppies Nestled in beds of paint brush and purple clover Revel in your time for it is short! The hours roll by, to a cool afternoon breeze. Blow softly for the afternoon is mellow The lake lays still; no ripples in its tranquility. Comfort years of life taking an afternoon siesta Bask in the sun; remember the morning. Early hours well spent exploring. Places where you once played buccaneer, Shrubs that just this morning hid fortresses Now each picturesque against a landscape of Kentucky Blue Too soon Dusk arrives on a charcoal gray charger Thundering its arrival in the swirl of gluttonous clouds Chasing you, you seek shelter under the weeping willows Water rushes in a swirl of memories Rippling creeks to still waters The hills no longer beckon They no longer hold the fascination of an earlier time. Darkness blankets the earth Your sit and watch the light show in the sky. The sun no longer shines through the down pour of tears. You reminisce It was a good day, your life! From the sunrise to your sunset.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2009




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Date: 7/22/2009 11:42:00 AM
very telling of your own feeling and true for many yet some manage to get the stages mixed up in different ages LOL hence Peter Pan syndrome...and what ever it's called for women? Light & Love
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Date: 5/3/2009 12:29:00 AM
Love this inner poem Lena 'Water rushes in a swirl of memories Rippling creeks to still waters' Rgds Brian & thanks for your welcome comments
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Date: 5/2/2009 5:00:00 AM
Hey! This is so sensitive and beautiful! I fit into the last category, but not completely, hopefully. Enjoyed reading your stuff so much, will keep reading....YOU keep posting! Love, daver
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Date: 4/30/2009 11:59:00 PM
So much truth in this write. The imagery is amazing and the emotions are so clearly expressed. Dripping with passion. You are a truly gifted writer. Thank you for sharing. Smiles from Lolita
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