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 Jun 25 14, 01:28
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 Ornate Oracle  Posts: 10,021 Joined: 27-August 04 From: Bariloche, Argentine Patagonia Member No.: 78 Real Name: Sylvia Evelyn Maclagan Writer of: Poetry & Prose Referred By:David Ting  |
Snowflakes float in all directions:
fragile, hapless crystals borne by chancy breezes less stable than the heart in bloom. Giddy water molecules transformed into asymmetrical hexagons, ascending, not descending, flippant towards Chaos' rules. One heart beats erratically, attuned to nature’s dance from a lofty metal bed. Quilted and pillowed, eyes open and close, gaze at gauzy air. Heart is not hampered by diffident frozen droplets, a myriad of them tracing patterns on steamy window panes, cautioning shaded, languid eyes. Soothing waterless tears shed by banished hearts on white cotton robes in harsh winter clime… Will snow keep this heart cozy, under a geometric patchwork stitched by chuckling old ladies? God’s creatures slumber beneath snow’s warm coverlet. By Psyche Changes: 'gazing' to 'gaze', S3 'exilic' to 'banished', S5 Thank you, Jerry. 'lie dormant' to 'slumber', S6 Dropped lines after "clime" to make new S. Tx Snow! © Sylvia Evelyn, Bariloche, Argentine Patagonia, 2014. Note: Southern Hemisphere, Winter Solstice on June 21st. ·······  ·······Mis temas favoritos
The Lord replied, my precious, precious child, I love you and I would never leave you. During your times of trial and suffering, when you see only one set of footprints, it was then that I carried you. "There is no life higher than the grasstops Or the hearts of sheep, and the wind Pours by like destiny, bending Everything in one direction." Sylvia Plath, Crossing the Water, Wuthering Heights. Nominate a poem for the InterBoard Poetry Competition by taking into careful consideration those poems you feel would best represent Mosaic Musings. For details, click into the IBPC nomination forum. Did that poem just captivate you? Nominate it for the Faery award today! If perfection of form allured your muse, propose the Crown Jewels award. For more information, click here! MM Award Winner              |
  
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Aug 13 14, 07:25
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 Creative Chieftain  Posts: 2,587 Joined: 9-August 03 From: Australia Member No.: 17 Real Name: John Writer of: Poetry |
G'day Sylv,
My observation I see comfortable old age looking adversity with a tinge of not knowing what to expect in the future . Regards, Your friend John ······· ·······Arnfinn
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Aug 14 14, 23:15
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Ornate Oracle Posts: 10,021 Joined: 27-August 04 From: Bariloche, Argentine Patagonia Member No.: 78 Real Name: Sylvia Evelyn Maclagan Writer of: Poetry & Prose Referred By:David Ting |
Hello John, Great to see you posting again in these echoing old halls. And thanks for commenting. I didn't expect anybody to really understand my poem. Don't know whether I do myself. It seemed to be full of metaphors and such, but I'm not sure anymore. It's midwinter here in Argentine Patagonia. We've had less snow than usual, glaciers are melting and there are mudslides here and there, some dangerous. The poem is about dying, but hanging on for a while more under the warm coverlet of snow. Today my husband almost slipped away, became unconscious. I don't know what tonight or tomorrow will bring. Please send up a little prayer for him, John. It's been too long. He'll not recover. Hugs, Syl*** QUOTE (Arnfinn @ Aug 13 14, 09:25 )  G'day Sylv, My observation I see comfortable old age looking adversity with a tinge of not knowing what to expect in the future . Regards, Your friend John ······· ·······Mis temas favoritos
The Lord replied, my precious, precious child, I love you and I would never leave you. During your times of trial and suffering, when you see only one set of footprints, it was then that I carried you. "There is no life higher than the grasstops Or the hearts of sheep, and the wind Pours by like destiny, bending Everything in one direction." Sylvia Plath, Crossing the Water, Wuthering Heights. Nominate a poem for the InterBoard Poetry Competition by taking into careful consideration those poems you feel would best represent Mosaic Musings. For details, click into the IBPC nomination forum. Did that poem just captivate you? Nominate it for the Faery award today! If perfection of form allured your muse, propose the Crown Jewels award. For more information, click here! MM Award Winner |
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Psyche Warm Coverlet *** Jun 25 14, 01:28 
jerryk Hi Sylvia;
first off, I like your poem very much; ... Jun 25 14, 07:14 Psyche Dear me, my good friend Jerry, I'm finding it ... Jul 6 14, 22:54 Psyche Thank you, Jerry, for your suggestions. I've u... Jul 20 14, 23:56 Eisa Hi Syl,
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Psyche Hi Eira, again!
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