the southern sun
rides winter white horses
through my sea-stepping soul
they bounder borders
coasting rollers ever towards
their me not destination
shore the sea expanse
reigned
in under, writing leagues
of galloping ever
forwards
nowhere
approaching
winter white horses,
the southern sun.
Wednesday, 22 April 2009
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3 comments:
Hi Nathan!
I really understand your poetry. I hope one day you might considering publishing these.
Blessings,
Julieanne
Hi Julieanne,
The topics you discuss in your blog are hopefully the kind of place I'm coming from, so I really appreciate your comment :-)
Nathan
They come from a great place Nathan. It is a great ability to be able to create like you do. All the best for the future with your writing.
Blessings,
Julieanne
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