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Your mouth, a fount
From where words like butterflies
Escape gently to my ears astounded
Their flying, a graceful song
Wavering feelings up to my eyes
For their wings brush so strong...
Their meaning so profound
Will remain in the net of my catching mind
As memory of sweet fluttering sounds
French Tries
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Jonathan ROBIN (5/24/2008 3:32:00 AM)
When words from soft heart fountain forth
to ears astounded their true worth
reflects the hearer whose insight
can comprehend divine delight,
astonishment seems sent to show
both heart and mind find room to grow.
Child-like, not childish, she may know
hibernating talent's flow
to global warming cues, finds flight,
rechannels energy to light
all recognize self-evident
proof well worthwhile was waiting spent
anticipating tenderness
which sweeps away dismay and mess. |
Theresa Moore (4/13/2008 10:39:00 AM)
I really like this poem with its reference to words being like butterflies communicating with delicate transitions. Lovely... |
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