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Array ( [sid] => 184150 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Purple Clock [time] => 2017-05-07 05:57:28 [hometext] => Flowers and Life [bodytext] => By a clock we do not see,
a tick that we hear not,
decades in, centuries out,
the Winder, ne’er failed us, forgot.


Oh, gorgeous purple peonies!,
long sewn by hands now dust,
color still to now they last, hence ever
strong ‘neath crumbling fence
to bloom long ‘ere I’ve passed.

In journey life, they travel with me,
or I with them?, more true, ‘tis seems,
my brilliant hue of annual tick
winds down my lovely dream.

Renew, renew!, wee purple bairns;
planted fifty years ago!
oh my! would I to carry me so well,
though I did, pray tell,
when youth took less from me.
Oh, Life, you peal still!,
you do, though hasten not to ring my bell,
for life is grand, I live in thrill.


Now, eleven Olney purple popping years,
gifting me exploding flowered song,
at last again they spring to sing,
not for the past, oh no,
but what the future brings. [comments] => 5 [counter] => 191 [topic] => 27 [informant] => invierno [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => NaturePoetry )
Purple Clock

Contributed by invierno on Sunday, 7th May 2017 @ 05:57:28 AM in AEST
Topic: NaturePoetry



By a clock we do not see,
a tick that we hear not,
decades in, centuries out,
the Winder, ne’er failed us, forgot.


Oh, gorgeous purple peonies!,
long sewn by hands now dust,
color still to now they last, hence ever
strong ‘neath crumbling fence
to bloom long ‘ere I’ve passed.

In journey life, they travel with me,
or I with them?, more true, ‘tis seems,
my brilliant hue of annual tick
winds down my lovely dream.

Renew, renew!, wee purple bairns;
planted fifty years ago!
oh my! would I to carry me so well,
though I did, pray tell,
when youth took less from me.
Oh, Life, you peal still!,
you do, though hasten not to ring my bell,
for life is grand, I live in thrill.


Now, eleven Olney purple popping years,
gifting me exploding flowered song,
at last again they spring to sing,
not for the past, oh no,
but what the future brings.




Copyright © invierno ... [ 2017-05-07 05:57:28]
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Re: Purple Clock (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Sunday, 7th May 2017 @ 06:30:22 PM AEST
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A part of us always remains. Beautiful writing!!! Thank you for sharing. This is great!


Re: Purple Clock (User Rating: 1 )
by JamesStockdale on Tuesday, 9th May 2017 @ 09:27:40 AM AEST
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Tim/'/s sentiments exactly. Great poem!


Re: Purple Clock (User Rating: 1 )
by ming on Tuesday, 9th May 2017 @ 11:23:32 PM AEST
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Pretty. Flowers song, love.


ming


Re: Purple Clock (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Friday, 12th May 2017 @ 10:56:51 PM AEST
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corsage in cool moist bloom
walking out
its essence to time
unfurls

there are more than three
sides
in the past, the present
and the future
Some say there are four
perhaps five or likely even more

to be
seen or unseen

great write !

Peace!





Re: Purple Clock (User Rating: 1 )
by softerware on Sunday, 14th May 2017 @ 12:52:30 AM AEST
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Lovely indeed. Trees watch over us for centuries, from lofty untouchable heights..but flowers dance helpless at our feet, hoping to be beautiful enough that we will not trample them.

Your song begs us to answer: How can we stand in a garden and not believe in the heavens?
softerware





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