Saturday, October 15, 2011

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By the shore of untamed sea,
Fake prophets vanish,
Rusty notes are swept away
by forceful morning sun ray,
No more crawling toward scarred fate,
Torment curls up to die,
I cannot wait
to stretch my wings and fly.

36 comments:

  1. "fake prophets vanish"

    great line.

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  2. Just like one waiting to leave the parent's home. Nicely done!

    Hank

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  3. Torment curls up to die...love this line..great write!

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  4. Lovely as always! God bless, Terri

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  5. "..to stretch my wings and fly." I think we have all been there one time or another.

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  6. I can truly imagine what it would feel like to have the gift of free flight. It would be so awesome.
    Lovely prose.

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  7. This is really lovely. I love the no more crawling towards scarred fate, and the curling up of torment.

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  8. This is a lovely sentiment. I used to love to drive to the ocean when I needed to free myself from life-stuff. Nicely done.

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  9. Inspiring write !

    --J.L. Seagull

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  10. i like the positive and uplifting note...nice one ~

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  11. Wow. I'm swept away by the sheer power of your short piece :)
    Beautifully done...I would quote my favorite lines, but all of it is my favorite line.
    Thanks for dropping by.
    ~FireandIce

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  12. Reminds me of my favorite hymn-- Filled with solemn hope.
    Lovely work!

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  13. Hello.
    To be free to do anything we wanted...that would be a treat.

    Nice imagery & sentiments.

    Thanks for sharing & visiting. Much appreciated.

    The Beauty Of Love

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  14. I think we all know how it feels to want to be free.

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  15. I loved this poem before I could even read it. The photo match is beautiful. The length is perfect, and your words are lovely.
    I especially adore bird poetry...I can't seem to stay away from it myself ^^;
    lukewater

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  16. I think you are flying, Morning. A lovely work here.

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  17. Simple poem, but with a lot of power. Great imagery.

    Lovely.

    Lady Nyo

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  18. Torment curls up to die

    Oh, I like this line.

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  19. This makes me think of a couple of dying lakes not far from her: Walker Lake in Hawthorne NV and Mono Lake in CA. There is such a sense of sadness and desolation when I drive by those areas, as there is in this poem. Yes, we wait for freedom.

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  20. Torment curls up to die... Very Nice

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  21. I love this - no matter how long or dreadful the night, dawn comes at last...

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  22. Like speaking of freedom..of hope..Love the way you make simple words so meaningfully powerful.

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  23. This reminds of those mornings when all I would wanna do is to forward the clock to the day after.

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  24. "I cannot wait to stretch my wings and fly" I really liked the line:) Beautiful piece of writing!

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  25. Very cool write - "scarred fate", awesome phrasing!

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  26. Such an inspiring write and I can feel the freedom of flight in flying well done
    http://gatelesspassage.com/2011/10/18/mirror-of-truth/

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  27. "Rusty notes are swept away
    by forceful morning sun ray"
    powerful piece !!

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  28. Birth. admits the panorama of reality, expectation looms large.
    very good poem…I enjoyed this. thank you.

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  29. one as to read your poetry to see you took off, keep flying

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