Dick has recipies for gratitude

Dick has recipies for gratitude
and Gary is pretending to be two
longing to be one,
I have poems
that no one reads,
content
with the dawn tree
growing
sweet seasons
of my heart,
bearing gifts,
baring my soul,

leaves of awareness
falling
sepia
crimson and gold,

only God can
know nothing
and give it all away,

I am just a lonely Poem
beating in His Heart,

Once I was a Poet,
standing in His Way.

— Kailashana, Jun 07, 2009

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Nordic cloud

17 years ago

Sepia crimson and gold

Your poems are brocaded embroideries that make our Neopoets pages shine with exotic colours and colourful language Anna. And they are fascinating too, questioning and yet stating, giving away and yet wondering whether to take back. The secret of the balanced mind, the tug of lifes many decisions and directions all clothed in these rich garments that you pull out of your, I imagine, colourful wardrobe and display for us their worth and character. Yours via the rainbow, Love from Ann of Norway

bjp

17 years ago

Dear Anna,

Ann's comments about are too good to do anything but agree with and adopt. Brian

Kailashana

17 years ago

awww, shucks you two, anna

awww, shucks you two, anna feigns. seriously, awww shucks. if only you knew how hard it is to feign innocence. lol. i'm in a weird-elf mood today, where is he btw? Maybe i'll just insult myself: anna you are so full of it, your eyes are brown (they are). ~A "You begin saving the world by saving one person at a time; all else is grandiose romanticism or politics." Charles Bukowski

Orphani

16 years 1 month ago

Your beauty and spiritual

Your beauty and spiritual sensitivity are always recurrant in your poems as is your love of nature. You are the poets poet. B