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there is an old house, it leans somewhat
what tales abound from this quaint hut
you can hear voices from centuries old but
only if you just listen
in the cool night air the scent of aromatic trees
fill spaces between shadow and filtering breeze
a night when a song blossoms with such ease
before dewdrops glisten
--gillena cox
I really enjoyed this image and your poem. I love the cadence of it, well crafted, not easily done. It is lovely and I can picture the scene and smell " the scent of aromatic trees"
ReplyDeleteThank you for your appreciation Ellecee
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I like this scene a lot. The old house sounds quite intriguing.
ReplyDeleteThe things we would hear and see if we only let our senses (and heart) do what they are meant to do. ♥
ReplyDeleteReally evokes place. Nice!
ReplyDeleteTo listen to those stories that abound that quaint hut ~ Specially like that song that blossoms with such ease ~
ReplyDeleteHappy you dropped in Justin
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Happy you dropped in Magaly
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Thank you for your appreciation Grace
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Happy you dropped in Karen
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Nothing more enchanting than a song being born. This is a lovely piece. Thanks so much for writing for the challenge.
ReplyDeleteVery nice, Gillena. I liked picturing the old hut and imagining the sounds and scents.
ReplyDeleteThank you for your appreciation Susie
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Thank you for your appreciation Jennifer
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Beautiful. I especially like the last couple of lines.
ReplyDeleteThank you Zoe
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