Past a Rippling Stream

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I meander past a rippling stream, my hair blowing in the wind; was that my name been called . . . softly. did it sigh in the tangled trees above, I twirl and swirl to only bird songs; my name is but an echo . . . whispering. I wake suddenly in my hospital bed, lost in a sea of pain drifting; gasping and struggling . . . breathing. I was lost in a vivid dream, and I was searching and seeking; then I lay still in my bed . . . weeping. _______________________ July 22, 2012 Poetry/Verse/Past A Rippling Stream Copyright Protected, ID 12-704-628-0 All Rights Reserved. Written Under Pseudonym Submitted to the contest, Beginnings Matter, Sponsor, Richard Lamoureau, First Place Submitted to the contest, Wait, Sponsor, Black Eyed Susan, Fifth Place Featured poem, Week of July 29, 2012

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James Inman

Date: 9/9/2015 10:59:00 AM

Lovely write, BW

Michael Tor

Date: 8/29/2015 7:42:00 PM

Broken wings. I love this poem. Share with me how you on your other poems are able to bring in your illustrations on the poem page. Also if you have the time please explain how to change the letter style. I think your poems are pleasant to the eye as well as meaningful and clever creations.