Vagabond

Like a ravished maiden 
pale, forlorn and ashen
the birch lay in the still pond.
Dreams of Ophelia evoke nostalgia, 
as golden tresses move on,
splay upon the water
feast upon our daughter
a beautiful vagabond.

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Andrea Dietrich

January 25, 2012 at 5:41 PM

Very interesting imagery, Debs. Big congrats for you in Brian's contest.

Sara Kendrick

January 23, 2012 at 3:01 PM

Congrats on your win with this creative work..Sara

Carol Sunshine Brown

January 23, 2012 at 11:57 AM

Congratulations on your super win Debbie. Love, Carol

Robert Pettit

January 22, 2012 at 8:09 PM

Congratulations on your win with this entry. That was very imaginative writing. A downed birch tree lying in a pond.

Debbie Guzzi

January 23, 2012 at 2:38 PM

yes that's exactlyy all and everythhing it was!

Gwendolen Song

January 22, 2012 at 11:50 AM

PHew...this is a real beauty, Debbie..you are so classy in this write..Congrats on its success..Gwendolen

Lizanne Scholtz

January 22, 2012 at 9:56 AM

Enjoyed your lovely poem Debbie, congratulations on your win. Elizabeth

Bob Quigley

January 22, 2012 at 8:23 AM

Lovely Debbie. Congratulations

Linda-Marie Sweetheart

January 22, 2012 at 7:32 AM

congrats Debbie on another well deserved sweet success for this phenomenal poetry .. ubeer awesome..luv..

Kash Poet

October 13, 2011 at 2:10 PM

This must be for Dr Mehta's Balassi contest.Excellent poetry from you..

Don Johnson

October 7, 2011 at 11:09 PM

great verse indeed, ophelia amongst the weeds, and the water ripples on, well done babe...

Sara Kendrick

October 7, 2011 at 9:21 AM

About a fallen Birch Tree or about a reflection of Birch Tree..They are beautiful in the fall of the year..Enjoyed reading..Thanks for stopping by..Sara

Wayne Sapp

October 6, 2011 at 10:32 PM

Terrific imagery Debbie. Nothing more beautiful than a birch in full fall yellow. I have a cabin in Alaska and I really enjoy stories about the 1st Nation peoples and their dietys Hence "Crow." A moldboard is the type of plow that rolls the sod over upside down.

John Freeman

October 6, 2011 at 9:52 PM

Nice imagery Deb, Soup Mail. Agape, Moses

Carolyn Devonshire

October 6, 2011 at 2:44 PM

Deep and rich in both imagery and message, Deb. Awesome rhyme! Love, Carolyn

Cyndi Macmillan

October 5, 2011 at 11:49 PM

Oh, Debbie, did this stir up out of nowhere, come in a dream, were you out for a walk and then came upon this scene and the words struck each other like dominos falling? This, wordsmith, is MINT. Is this for the leaves contest? Your lines linger... LUSCIOUS WRITE. Again, a fine poet proves that its not the number of lines, its the power of words... Hugs, Cyndi