elegy-
ancient river cry
below the pencil sketched hills
where once dreams consumed
below the pencil sketched hills
where once dreams consumed
for now, twilight dying fast
writing in tears, I lament...
writing in tears, I lament...
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Hope
silently...the golden sun
rises upon the fevered fields
crying tears of pain...she
plucks a dandelion of a lost love
and in a breath... she
releases a dream upon the morning breeze...
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Rick Parise, known as “A
Pondering Poet”, is from the beautiful land of Salem, Oregon. The main focus of his poetry is to take the
reader to a meaningful, personal time in their lives, to a place where spirits
are touched and memories unwind. He hopes you enjoy his work. To Contact Rick
please email him at rapondering@yahoo.com
Love it. That last line is very poetic, Rick. Nicely done. Thank you for sharing and continued blessings!
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Your last stanza is just breathtaking Rick. I so enjoyed this wonderful poem! Blessings, Connie
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