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posted 6/3/2008 12:22:30 PM |
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  misschoos

Enchanting


Industrial landscape with your charcoal greys,
Electric pylons, cold darkened days,
A numbness resides from somewhere within,
A lack of sensation, almost a thick skin.
Like a ghost in the distance, your presence prevails,
A small coastline, on a border of Wales.

I watch you closely; I’m not far away,
And I start to see a fine array
Of cotton candy clouds go rolling by
As jewels of light lift a stark winter sky.

Apricot sunrise starts to shine through,
Sensations of warmth amidst frozen hue
With echoes of autumn’s smoke filled air
Cleansed with a frost, is my frozen affair,
With a Welsh works town close by the sea
So peaceful...

.....so still

.........enchanting me.

misschoos © 2008


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Comments:
Tunes4u

Jun 3 @ 12:27PM  
So many poems!

So little time.....


~*~

xxx
EternalFlame

Jun 3 @ 12:39PM  
bardnsage

Jun 3 @ 12:45PM  
Tucked into the heart, of the land of the pine,
A quaint little hamlet, this home of mine,
What was once a flurry of business untold,
Is now just a tomb, cause the stacks are all cold.

The plants are all empty, silent and still,
The machinery all gone, there is no more mill,
The craftsman have died, or beg on the street,
Scratching out change, for something to eat.

The streets that once choked, on traffic of car,
Now pose no delay, on the trips to the bar,
We remember and boast, of our past deeds,
Then cry in our beer, and stare at the weeds.

The young ones leave home, and move far away,
Looking for life, and a good place to stay,
The walking dead, are covered with mold,
They live in a tomb, cause the stacks are all cold.

....BardNSage
mystery2u888

Jun 3 @ 2:05PM  
My little mischief aka misschoos........ wonderful again just as beautiful as yourself and your heart........ thank you again for sharing this .......











xoxo
wandaful123

Jun 3 @ 4:17PM  
Beautiful as always Miss!

unionman154

Jun 3 @ 5:15PM  
Very nice. ~*~
gambler143

Jun 3 @ 5:43PM  
Very eloquent...

A lot of good poetry coming down lately.

A kudo for you ~*~
TroutFishing

Jun 3 @ 8:43PM  
Thank you for another work of verbal art.


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