Elizabeth Lindberg

Intangibles - Poem by Elizabeth Lindberg

Fading Dreams in morning mist,
tasted scents of moonlit sea,
misplaced thoughts barely grasped,
can't quite touch that memory,
Ancient knowledge in the bones,
distant rumbles in the sky,
slightly darkened floating clouds,
heavy air that soon must cry,
feathery kisses on the cheek,
angel whispers in small ears,
watching innocent babes asleep,
one can sense that God is near

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Topic(s) of this poem: philosophy

Form: Ars Poetica

Poet's Notes about The Poem

Philosophy on intangible things

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Poem Submitted: Friday, December 23, 2011

Poem Edited: Monday, May 25, 2015

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