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.
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36 comments:

  1. maritOctober 15, 2011 at 7:41 PM

    "fake prophets vanish"

    great line.

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  2. kaykualaOctober 15, 2011 at 10:08 PM

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

    Hank

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  3. Susie ClevengerOctober 16, 2011 at 2:38 PM

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

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  4. Teresa MarieOctober 16, 2011 at 3:52 PM

    Lovely as always! God bless, Terri

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  5. Gigi AnnOctober 16, 2011 at 4:55 PM

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

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  6. DaydreamertooOctober 16, 2011 at 5:48 PM

    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. AnonymousOctober 16, 2011 at 6:23 PM

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

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  8. StephanieOctober 16, 2011 at 6:42 PM

    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. TimoteoOctober 16, 2011 at 7:30 PM

    Inspiring write !

    --J.L. Seagull

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  10. ScarletOctober 16, 2011 at 7:52 PM

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

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  11. FireandIceOctober 16, 2011 at 8:17 PM

    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. Aynsley (Life In Verse)October 16, 2011 at 9:18 PM

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

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  13. The PoetOctober 16, 2011 at 9:20 PM

    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. AnonymousOctober 16, 2011 at 11:59 PM

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

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  15. AnonymousOctober 17, 2011 at 12:17 AM

    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. robinOctober 17, 2011 at 12:22 AM

    you always have freedom

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  17. AnonymousOctober 17, 2011 at 2:55 AM

    beautiful...

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  18. MaggieOctober 17, 2011 at 10:02 AM

    Beautifully written piece.

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  19. JamieDedesOctober 17, 2011 at 10:21 AM

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

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  20. Lady NyoOctober 17, 2011 at 10:25 AM

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

    Lovely.

    Lady Nyo

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  21. AnonymousOctober 17, 2011 at 12:31 PM

    Torment curls up to die

    Oh, I like this line.

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  22. AnonymousOctober 17, 2011 at 4:26 PM

    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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  23. AnonymousOctober 17, 2011 at 8:30 PM

    Torment curls up to die... Very Nice

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  24. AnonymousOctober 17, 2011 at 10:00 PM

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

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  25. AnonymousOctober 17, 2011 at 10:04 PM

    Hopeful and well said.

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  26. June_ButterflyOctober 17, 2011 at 10:22 PM

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

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  27. Vivekanand MOctober 18, 2011 at 5:47 AM

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

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  28. Marbles in My PocketOctober 18, 2011 at 8:59 AM

    A beautiful write, Morning. Very nice!

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  29. Tarang SinhaOctober 18, 2011 at 11:04 AM

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

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  30. JANUOctober 18, 2011 at 11:44 AM

    Like to fly with you.

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  31. AnonymousOctober 18, 2011 at 9:50 PM

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

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  32. Ann LeFloreOctober 18, 2011 at 10:21 PM

    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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  33. KremoOctober 18, 2011 at 10:34 PM

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

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  34. LeoviOctober 19, 2011 at 5:41 AM

    A lovely poem.

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  35. tinkwelbornOctober 19, 2011 at 2:05 PM

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

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  36. AnonymousOctober 24, 2011 at 3:24 PM

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

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