David Taylor (3rd January 1956 / LONDON, UK)

Poems by David Taylor : 9 / 582

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*reflections

how beautiful the sun's reflections make
the air touched, gently rippled lakes
perfectly formed and round
on the still pond it's found
how muted soft in morning mists
by which the fertile fields are kissed
magnificent the coloured clouds
as its light they partly shroud
how would you see that form
without all this that is its gift of dawn

without all this that is its gift of dawn
how would you see that form
as its light they partly shroud
magnificent the coloured clouds
by which the fertile fields are kissed
how muted soft in morning mists
on the still pond it's found
perfectly formed and round
the air touched, gently rippled lakes
how beautiful the sun's reflections make

David Taylor

Submitted: Saturday, April 18, 2009

Edited: Saturday, April 18, 2009

Poems by David Taylor : 9 / 582

Obinna Eruchie (9/10/2009 9:44:00 AM)
How the razing one bestowed with rays reflect upon the glass of gushing glitter labelled as lake. Wonderful piece.
Gina Layog (4/25/2009 2:04:00 AM)
I really like your creativity,
your words on the first paragraph,
reflects beautifully on the second,
the words cleverly arranged,
cleverly executed, your thoughts
organized, to promote the ideas
you expressed,
truly a masterpiece, lovely
Viola Grey (4/18/2009 7:36:00 PM)
everything about this works...a very beautiful, clever write.
Stephanie Dower (4/18/2009 9:41:00 AM)
beautifully flowing, stunning imagery, deffinatly brought a smile. thank you so much for sharing.