Leave your summering senses

Leave your summering senses

A Poem by An owl on the moon
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Watch the world open your eyes to endless wonder...

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Leave your summering senses,

wander the shimmering heights.

Here in the sheltered silence,

take unnatural, winged flight.

 

Birth comes to all by nature,

but walking must be learned.

So holding on to the future,

climb a sacred staircase spurned.

 

The waning day in a golden hue

has passed us by, and spoken little.

My eyes did not see a dozen blessings,

the holy hush in life’s frailing brittle.

 

When will the dust be sanctified?

And when will death be defeated?

The summer is silenced and I am

only a hollow echo, calm retreated.

 

A wind’s muted strain is movement,

it truly has no blue ambient voice.

In chords of soft shifting silence,

its rhythm is a  breathless choice.

 

Mundane gives birth to the mysterious;

it plays across earth’s landscaped dune.

How we rest beside the sea in  wonder,

waiting for the stars to lace the moon… 

 

© 2010 An owl on the moon


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An amazing poem as usual! I am starting to run out of words to descibe how magnificent your poems really are. But they are but they are amazing your one the best writers I know. You paint such vivid images with your words.

Posted 14 Years Ago


I'm kinda out of deep thought and good descriptive adjectives right now, but this is truly a beautiful and touching piece.

Posted 14 Years Ago


whenever I'm feeling down I come read your poetry.

nothing beats the wonders of mother nature.

Posted 14 Years Ago


A wonderful poem... u seem to play effortlessly with words... great write...

Posted 14 Years Ago


Mundane gives birth to the mysterious;

it plays across earth’s landscaped dune.

How we rest beside the sea in wonder,

waiting for the stars to lace the moon…

I loved this.You know you are getting real proficient at the endings of poems .The clinch of the story love that

Posted 14 Years Ago


Sitting on a rock overlooking a powerful precipice....is that the wind I hear or my heart beating...no difference they are equally as beautiful. Taking it for what it is. Really great write....this should be a reading requirement for every man woman and child on the planet.

Posted 14 Years Ago


Another shimmering beauty, Craig!

Posted 14 Years Ago



Craig my friend, this is by far my favorite of your's. You should be proud, this was magnificent.

You've got a great spirit.
Antonio :)


Posted 14 Years Ago


Mundane gives birth to the mysterious.
Hahahahhaah.
Sweet!

Posted 14 Years Ago


i feel like a broken record when i comment on your poems, because all words I would say have been said so many times already. another beautiful piece!

Posted 14 Years Ago



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