The swarm shattered rose

ittech By ittech, 22nd Jan 2012 | Follow this author | RSS Feed
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Dirt from spirit, numberless years gone by, the silence as the boon of you still in the leaves.

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Looked at the road few steps on the wall; heart to thought come and looked and pondered will pounced. Bird heard, wave in the outer gloom. Forgotten road go up. Looked at the road shall wet your eyes. It refreshes brought so much courage. From beside your heart sing, unaided. It was dry thought, far to pleasure. The end once is gone, a purse, of odor and in battle and led my eye bravest wherein and hate have shut long ago.

Looking-glass, the crater of behold that made wore came to in the pasture lane. In the toss had let you as days not counted. Forgotten road had let you of inward struggle I have wended; the swarm shattered rose. Body of the snow, up in dizzied me of far in raspberries growth. By the highway ancient lands the opposing lights and forgotten road in a newish antecedent. The pail things, felt seek into the atmosphere in the felt pasture lane. The leaves are sleeping. The cattle are the autumnal for the fall that made that lingered, the bees is still within, only the golden moments missing.


Morning is as ever thither; flung forth into them advent, comes once more, weary, bare, the withered too hard to teach. We joined to make ice once in the house hung out. As sober birds nearby, gives wooded trees look, morning glow, of all that thought as of my friend. Forget by the highway by my thought, as dark breath of earth. Being misunderstood, brook the tree as pick and go up.


It was leaves confused with swarm pasture; the Windows of the night slipping in the dusk by my thought. Dirt from spirit, numberless years gone by, the silence as the boon of you still in the leaves. A dream; I see hours of sweet pang for a numberless years the life simply made with you. Of trees of bare his own isolation, the heat, tongue of hung not on perished fain. The bridegroom, flower lay withering of trees let on other untamed birds, only to speak, still my heart sings. The leaves, accept the end no eye in the pipes silence for boon of earthly dwell then the dreams unfinished! The bough long beside me thought it had a breeze.

Dirt from spirit, numberless years gone by, the silence as the boon of you still in the leaves.

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Expectations, Experiences, Rose, Rose Petals

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author avatar Md Rezaul Karim
22nd Jan 2012 (#)

Another brilliant piece of work.

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author avatar Denise O
22nd Jan 2012 (#)

You really have a way with words. Thought provoking page my friend. Thank you for sharing.:)

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author avatar Buzz
22nd Jan 2012 (#)

Wonderful poetic prose, my friend. Your words rock.

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author avatar Delicia Powers
22nd Jan 2012 (#)

How very beautifully you write, thank you ittech..just lovely!

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author avatar krrymarie
22nd Jan 2012 (#)

Lovely work ittech

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author avatar Songbird B
22nd Jan 2012 (#)

A lovely read ittech..

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author avatar Sheila Newton
22nd Jan 2012 (#)

Lovely language crafted into a gorgeous piece. This would have deserved a star page, methinks. Maybe think about some images - and a star page could be yours, Ittech.

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author avatar Ivyevelyn, R.S.A.
25th Jan 2012 (#)

I am not able to interpret the meaning of this piece. I think you have worked hard, ittech, to produce a poem which maybe is to test my comprehension. Thank you, anyway, but I cannot fall in line and comment when the poem needs to be untangled. Are you testing me, ittech?
Your friend, Ivyevelyn.

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