Undying Beauty
By skinner_jennifer
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Half light signals
first flush of dawn
unable to move
in hospital ward,
perfect sunrise
shines as canvas
of color brings
tears to my eyes,
sweeping soundlessly
across open sky, my
bed becomes a shrine
flooded with gold,
I become conscious
of never seeing this
sunrise again, rays
of nature's existence,
enduring longer
than humanity,
mounted only by
a window frame.
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Made me think that whatever
Made me think that whatever the circumstances, nature never fails to raise our spirits and make us thankful for what we see.
I hope all is well and this is/was not written with the full impact of its meaning and that you do indeed see many more such delights.
Pops ~xx~
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beautiful, moving poem, with
beautiful, moving poem, with a great meaning. Enjoyed very much, particularly
"sweeping soundlessly
across open sky, my
bed becomes a shrine
flooded with gold,"
this is gorgeous
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Fantastic use of the English
Fantastic use of the English language in its written form. Enjoyed the read.
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The beauty of life, lovely
The beauty of life, lovely piece, like a painting.
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A moving poem full of pathos
A poem full of pathos, dear Jenny, with a brilliant description of an emotional awakening in a hospital ward at sunrise. A unique experience in one's lifetime that might not be repeated.
My best wishes, Luigi xx
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What a wonderful experience
What a wonderful experience to warm your discomfort and temporary immobility! No two sunrises are the same! gives a great sense of the privilege of 'seeing this one'. Sunsets and rainbows and all beauty of our world to be delighted in. Rhiannon
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Once again....
Once again you have expressed your feelings, thoughts and opened your heart to write a lovely piece of work. Thank you my friend. Geraldine x
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Another lovely poem from you
Another lovely poem from you Jenny, these are a treat to read. Sunsets and mortality always go well together.
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This is quietly beautiful.
This is quietly beautiful.
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Jenny,
Jenny,
This is a truly remarkable poem. As usual, your description is like a landscape painting...perfect in every detail. I have always liked your prose work but I think deep down you are a poet.
Tell me Jenny, did all the gang make it back to Obsidium?
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Thank goodness for that! I
Thank goodness for that! I can breathe again.
Moya x
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Lovely and thoughtful. 'S'
Lovely and thoughtful. 'S' sounds throughout give it a lilting, spiritual flow, reflect the nature of the moment well. Much enjoyed :)
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