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"Wide Open Spaces" - Westboro, Mass - Rene 2009


Out searching
For meaning
To the end
Of her beginning
She happened
Upon him
On a quest of his own

He walked with
Such purpose
While her strides
Lacked focus
She sang
To the sky
She was in love with
The wind

Hold my hand
Gently
And
Dance with me
Closely
Swirl me around
Like the leaves
In the field
Keep in time
With the bird calls
I'll be yours
Till the night falls
I'm a girl of the day
To the night
 I must yield

Her breeze
Was refreshing
To this man
On a mission
He eased up on his pace
And followed her dance
"Why search for meaning
To endings
When you can start
New beginnings"
Was his answer
To the question
That she had yet
To ask

Hold my hand
Gently
And
Dance with me
Closely
Swirl me around
Like the leaves
In the field
Keep in time
With the bird calls
I'll be yours
Till the night falls
I'm a girl of the day
To the night
 I must yield

The night was
Now falling
And the moon
was now calling
He led her
 To his horse
 Serendipity
Together
 They rode
Down the path
To her garden
She whispered
 Goodnight
But her heart ached
 To stay

Hold my hand
Gently
And
Dance with me
Closely
Swirl me around
Like the leaves
In the field
Keep in time
With the bird calls
I'll be yours
Till the night falls
I'm a girl of the day
To the night
 I must yield

He rode
 Home
recalling
Their walk
 on the footpath
And the dizzying way
In which she
would dance
And  the way
That she said
What she thought
She shouldn’t say
Kept him lingering
In the meadow
Longing for day




Hold my hand
Gently
And
Dance with me
Closely
Swirl me around
Like the leaves
In the field
Keep in time
With the bird calls
I'll be yours
Till the night falls
I'm a girl of the day
To the night
 I must yield

Peace - Rene 2009

Comments

  1. That, is awesome. It got me from the first few lines.
    :-)

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  2. "Why search for meaning
    To endings
    When you can start
    New beginnings"


    I hate endings. I love new beginnings. I like that line.

    J

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  3. Like Jeff, I like new beginnings, too.

    Haunting, thought provoking, and just darn lovely.

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  4. You hit this one out of the park.

    Beautiful.

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  5. Beautiful! as always :D

    Smiles~Felinae~

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  6. Very pretty. Sounds like a song.

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  7. This one gave me goosebumps, Rene. I think it would make a lovely waltz.

    Pearl

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  8. Thank you everyone for your comments
    and Pearl, yes!, I wrote it in time to a waltz...
    Thanks IB, you are the sweetest :)
    And Vince it is so good to hear from you again.
    OAM- I am glad you got hooked right away :)
    Jeff- I hear you...
    Beth-just darn lovely-you are :)
    Joyful,Felinae,Stephanie-Thank you, thank you, thank you!!!

    Peace ~ Rene

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  9. I was actually singing it in my head!!!

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  10. This is lovely. Thank you.

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  11. Love it!

    Reminds me of "The Dark Girl's Rhyme," by Dorothy Parker, the one that starts:

    Who was there had seen us
    Wouldn't bid him run?
    Heavy lay between us
    All our sires had done.

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  12. Nicely done. Now I'm waiting for the music.

    Great photo too.

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  13. I gotta echo... 酒店經紀人.
    Because only you can 禮服酒店上班 like this, Rene.
    Awesome!

    C~

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  14. Again Thanks...for all your lovely comments and shapes...

    hmmm...

    Peace~Rene

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  15. Such a lovely litl to the chorus here or to the nigh tI must yield. It almost sounds like a medievela song or something.

    "Why search for meaning
    To endings
    When you can start
    New beginnings"
    --How powerful a proposition that must be. One's heart could easily become faint. Personally I find myself denying any ending, aas endless as that might be.

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  16. answering questions not yet asked.
    that is a lovely thought.

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  17. This is a poem filled with romance and promise. I was especially struck by these lines:
    She sang
    To the sky
    She was in love with
    The wind

    Delightful.

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  18. Hi Rene :-)

    I'm over from Poet Pantry this time. This piece has a classic feel to it, to me, and reminds me of one of my favorite poets and writers, Thomas hardy, in its use of nature to express emotion. It also reminds me, in structure of a folk piece called "Bang The Drum Slowly"

    bang the drum slowly

    and play the fife lowly

    play out the dead march as we move along

    put roses on my coffin and lay me down easy

    I am a young soldier who never done wrong.

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  19. Lovely and lyrical. While reading it, I thought it ought to be set to music.

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  20. a lovely piece ..a girl for the day that yeilds to the night...very nice image...bkm

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  21. Lovely, lyrical, and loved the rhythm and flow of it. The repeated verses work really well here too. Well done!

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  22. Rene,
    Most beautiful words, which would probably sound wonderful, if set to some very romantic music.

    Best wishes, Eileen

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  23. that's lovely, that is

    thank you :-)

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