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Post by Mikepoet on Apr 21, 2004 16:43:09 GMT -5
I took a morning stroll along the terrace
I saw colorful gardens quite well groomed.
Sweet natures fragrance had filled the air
as an array of flowers had recently bloomed.
And then wind chimed in the distance
higher pitches wafted along on a breeze.
I counted 8 rings as like an octave sings
to the dance of the branch with fluttering leaves.
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Post by bloodredtears on Apr 25, 2004 22:46:06 GMT -5
beautiful imagery in this piece i love this line...cuz i'm a music major and i just love things like that...great job!
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Post by Mikepoet on Apr 26, 2004 15:08:59 GMT -5
Thank you so much for reading and commenting.
I had counted the tubes on a wind chime and there were 8 so I figured that was an octive although I know little of music, I remember the do re me thing which was 8 and the last one was the first note in the next octave.
Other than that things just rhymed so I flowed pen to poem.
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Eclipse
Apprentice
It's not a matter of luck, it's just a matter of time.
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Post by Eclipse on Apr 26, 2004 17:56:11 GMT -5
wow the imagery in this is wonderful and i like the feeling of peace you convery in this piece. the rhyme is perfect. thank you for sharing. i really enjoyed it.
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Post by Mikepoet on Apr 26, 2004 19:30:50 GMT -5
Thank you for reading and commenting, I am far from peaceful but I seek my peace threough writing poetry.
I would hope to do more with one in the future. I am one which always wishes to make their pieces longer. I think this one may be good where it is though but still I will try..try..to lengthen it sometime. Again I thank you.
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Hunter
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Post by Hunter on Apr 28, 2004 1:06:17 GMT -5
Mike, very good.
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Post by Mikepoet on Apr 29, 2004 1:36:39 GMT -5
;D@Hawkette.
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