poemranker ::Waiting by itchiwitch

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Free verse № 4369

Waiting

by itchiwitch

Member since 2002 · Posted 13 Jul 2002 · 5 comments

Ebony skies lighten and blush to grow fiery red over night-dreaming hills. The dark, ragged clusters of gossipping trees appear on the ridges and emerge from the seas of the moon-coloured mists in the valleys. Black hills will soon be sunkissed green. The honey of birdsong will soon be released by the great, golden traveller on his daily run. Lets welcome him back. Lets welcome the sun.

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5 comments

[8] horus8 13-Jul-02/7:23 AM Reply
Ode to Ra
[9] sapphire_rain7 13-Jul-02/10:22 AM Reply
wonderfully descriptive
[8] deleted user 13-Jul-02/3:22 PM Reply
great job, nicely written!
[10] Redfin 13-Jul-02/11:05 PM Reply
I really like this! I would like to post it on my website, of course with you name as the composer. Let me know if its ok. You can e-mail me at fire2iceus@yahoo.com Thanks
[5] god'swife 6-Sep-02/7:42 PM Reply
Remove the last 2 lines. They turn this sappy poem into a late night talk show intro.