sunrirse and time stood still
The sun rise was loud with orange red.
I heard birds singing from my bed.
Wind blew thru the open door.
Dust rolled across the hard wood floor.
Time stands still.
Summer rides a gentle breeze.
Sounds of life fill the tree’s.
Days are lazy hot and long.
Crickets sing a back ground song.
Time stands still.
A setting sun brings on the night.
The sky is black with stars of white.
Dreams flirt with what’s not real.
Scars of the heart try to heal.
Time stands still.
Poetry is what is lost in translation.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
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| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| As she lays sleeping | 2 | 09/29/2009 |
| A Fall Morning | 1 | 09/25/2009 |
| Why not | 0 | 09/25/2009 |
| Good boys go to heaven | 1 | 09/24/2009 |
| Dreamer | 2 | 09/24/2009 |
| the feeder | 0 | 09/23/2009 |
| night city lights | 0 | 09/23/2009 |
| sunrirse and time stood still | 0 | 09/21/2009 |
| Pose of Friends | 0 | 09/21/2009 |
| Mountians Ring With Fog | 2 | 09/21/2009 |
| Again | 1 | 09/21/2009 |
| to buy a boat | 1 | 09/19/2009 |
| poets curse | 1 | 09/17/2009 |
| Birds#1 | 0 | 09/16/2009 |
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