Elysian Fields

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    Elysian Fields

    Brushing trailing fingers through the rye
    Gliding through Elysian Fields waist high
    The susurrus of wind on grain a soft sigh
    Passing fallen Doric columns where they lie
    Forever, forever passing through the rye
    Through Elysian Fields with shades on nigh
    Brushing trailing fingers through the rye

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    bklynrizz commented on Elysian Fields

    12-14-2009

    This was just beautiful my friend. Great flow great ryhme. Well done.

    PamelaALamppa commented on Elysian Fields

    10-22-2009

    Impeccable use of language, lore, and rhyme. I am so pleased to have found your poetry today. Thank you. ~Pamela

    sleepybomb commented on Elysian Fields

    06-28-2009

    it is strange the differents ideas that the term 'elysian fields' brings up/// i drive down the street all the time here in the easy, but you gat this magical take from it too... nice.

    lightcourier commented on Elysian Fields

    06-11-2009

    The rhythm and pace of this work is hypnotic. Brushing fingers through the rye is a nice symbolic and visually tactile phrase. Nice work.

    tenderpoison commented on Elysian Fields

    05-27-2009

    memory possesses a powerful hold my friend...this is beautifully expressed here. the rhyme and meter are perfect and I love the phrasing.

    In science one tries to tell people, in such a way as to be understood by everyone, something that no one ever knew before. But in poetry, it's the exact opposite.

    Franz Kafka (1883-1924) Czech writer.

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