Infinite

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    • ladydraeko
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    Infinite

    Infinite

     

    Dawn it touches, never knowing, never caring.

    A  seed sprouts, something dies, a voice cries.

     

    It spreads it’s wings and touches another.

    They swim together to the anointed place.

    Blossoms unfold and fall asunder.

    Two are one, constricted space.

     

    Dawn it touches, never knowing, never caring.

    A seed sprouts, something dies a voice cries.

    6/2/09

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    carmentis commented on Infinite

    06-12-2009

    this is very simple and very nice to the readers touch and eyes i thinnk it captures time very elgantly and well

    avengingangel commented on Infinite

    06-04-2009

    neat you are go good at this lol i.m jelous lol*wink* ------------------------------------------------------------------------------

    SilverGirl commented on Infinite

    06-04-2009

    I really like this one.. it leaves the imagination to run free.. no matter who reads it, they can relate to it in their own way.. I see it as conception.. (eek. mother of , I guess I would.. lmbo) Wonderful job.. It leaves me wanting to hear more.. My only change would be the name.. Infinite.. to Infinity.. but thats just me.. Love ya sis.. xoxo

    SuSpence commented on Infinite

    06-04-2009

    I really liked this poem, it is so short but still contains many great lines! I have to agree with anneliseh, I think my favorite is "Blossoms unfold and fall asunder". I have never written in this form before I may have to try it now.

    BDIsernhagen commented on Infinite

    06-04-2009

    Interesting how you fly to "Contrsicted space" in infinite. interesting juxtaposition. So if the dawn never touches it, is it dark? great read!

    When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.

    John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA

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