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Craig Norris
Sep 27, 2009 ⭐ View statistics (Premium feature)

the sound

 

He lined his jacket with her words
so she warmed him
with sentences and phrases,
sentiments and feelings
of love and longing.

Within the well worn needle corded green
lay her treasure,
telling of holiness and wonder
in the everyday
we know as children, and so,
he walked into the world
barefoot, wearing boots as soft as slippers,
above the ground he smiled,
upon his lips he felt the sound
of hearts in conversation.

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Craig Norris

16 years 7 months ago

Thanks Jayne...

hope you are well, getting into the busy time of year now, but its all good, enjoying your writes, as prolific as ever I see. cheers Craig
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odd molly

16 years 7 months ago

Beautiful beautiful poetry

Beautiful beautiful poetry dear Craig.. this is a poem I will read over and over again because I so love the picture's it paints. and I also thought about a sound or a voice.. so here is for you: hold the shell to your ear the sea is my voice in the wild waves in the foaming singing sighing sea is my voice in the blood is my voice in the wild rushing in the red-hot burning in the quiet caressing cool in the mild consolation in your heart is my voice Love. o molly
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Craig Norris

16 years 7 months ago

oh molly

I love this ...in the quiet caressing cool in the mild consolation you bring such beautiful elements together, in the wild waves in the foaming singing sighing sea is my voice. If I were a sailor upon the waters, you would be my enchantment. I'm really happy you enjoyed my humble write, and I love what you have left here. Craig.