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Array ( [sid] => 30246 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => I Divine Days [time] => 2003-12-27 16:15:38 [hometext] => This is from a beginner in poetry. Praise, as well as constructive criticism, is appreciated. [bodytext] => I divine days when this mitt may caress you;
As the haze gushes feathery flakes,
As flurries sheet elegant tress of citrine hue,
As your charming hymns transcend wintry lakes,
Your radiant eyes kindle the pale, frosty air;
Their amber waves cloak the lurid pier –
The dock’s outermost, foggy reaches – mute; no blare,
Accent your moonlit self, crystal clear.

I divine days when these fingers brush your curls –
Those heavenly, fine clusters of hair;
Dazzling summer strands, and tainted December pearls –
To gaze again at your eyes’ tawny glare.
Maiden, your brilliant pose sets my world agleam;
You, I approach, but why tread away?
Your glow turns to shadow, from light to dark – a dream?
The snow welcomes rain, as white sires gray.

A single rose held, I kneel down on damp ground,
The downpour drenches many a tear;
I stare at the grave décor – no life can be found;
No grass, stiff trees – my fate – this drab frontier.
The moon, full, still is shining; not raved.
No maiden found of light-brown eyes and hair citrine;
I place the one dying rose by a slate, engraved,
“Here lies our beloved Madeline.”
I divine days when I may touch you – again. [comments] => 3 [counter] => 169 [topic] => 44 [informant] => Blaze [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 8 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Nostalgic )

I Divine Days

Contributed by Blaze on Saturday, 27th December 2003 @ 04:15:38 PM in AEST
Topic: Nostalgic

I divine days when this mitt may caress you;
As the haze gushes feathery flakes,
As flurries sheet elegant tress of citrine hue,
As your charming hymns transcend wintry lakes,
Your radiant eyes kindle the pale, frosty air;
Their amber waves cloak the lurid pier –
The dock’s outermost, foggy reaches – mute; no blare,
Accent your moonlit self, crystal clear.

I divine days when these fingers brush your curls –
Those heavenly, fine clusters of hair;
Dazzling summer strands, and tainted December pearls –
To gaze again at your eyes’ tawny glare.
Maiden, your brilliant pose sets my world agleam;
You, I approach, but why tread away?
Your glow turns to shadow, from light to dark – a dream?
The snow welcomes rain, as white sires gray.

A single rose held, I kneel down on damp ground,
The downpour drenches many a tear;
I stare at the grave décor – no life can be found;
No grass, stiff trees – my fate – this drab frontier.
The moon, full, still is shining; not raved.
No maiden found of light-brown eyes and hair citrine;
I place the one dying rose by a slate, engraved,
“Here lies our beloved Madeline.”
I divine days when I may touch you – again.

Copyright Â© Blaze ... [ 2003-12-27 16:15:38]
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Re: I Divine Days (User Rating: 1 )
by Valerie_Pearson on Saturday, 27th December 2003 @ 05:56:06 PM AEST
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Very stunning work for a beginner, this is fantastic, keep up the great work and hope to read more from you, take care Val

Re: I Divine Days (User Rating: 1 )
by Stalkee on Saturday, 27th December 2003 @ 09:21:01 PM AEST
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*agrees with Val* very nice work here. I want MORE! =)

Re: I Divine Days (User Rating: 1 )
by krazed_AnGeL101 on Saturday, 27th December 2003 @ 09:24:23 PM AEST
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That was great for a beginner. Keep writing. I'll be looking for them.
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