Beautiful

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    Beautiful


    I’ve seen endless fields of wheat on a breezy day, where the suns rays are beating down on the velvet amber carpet while it sways. Each grain flickering it’s own shade as it reflects the suns light.

    There’ve been times that I’ve heard the soothing sounds of wind chimes and wouldn’t give a dime to hear another sound at that given time.

    I’ve seen street mimes capture love, anger, compassion, and sadness without a word spoken. They twisted my emotions into a ball of mushy madness and left my heart feeling broken.

    I’ve seen white caps roll into the surf rolling out leaving traces of aqua that sinks into the turf and my toes buried in the sand. As I sat facing the ocean that day it was just me, there was no other man on this earth.

    I’ve seen Christmas trees lit up just bright enough to see the ornaments cluttered around my knees. Imagining it was from kids helping

    I’ve seen litters of puppies that can barely stand wrestle each other to see who’s in command.

    I’ve seen men accept trophies that say they are the best. Spending half their lives at one thing never knowing if it would even bring success.

    I’ve stood and stared at children playing unaware I was there, imaginations unbridled riding their woven fantasies magically together unsaddled.

    I’ve seen much more than what I have told. I needed a backdrop for my point to unfold.

    Just when I thought there wasn’t much more I could add to my list, that my pace was slowing at seeing things no one should miss.

    I found something we all should have in the end on the day that you made me your best friend.

    I love you

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    borderflower commented on Beautiful

    02-19-2009

    awesome poem...i felt like i was where you were describing...very nicely done...keep up the good work

    Poetry is what gets lost in translation.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

    Johnstradamus’s Poems (12)

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