Sunday, March 21, 2010

His Aura Remained



his aura remained
a curious radiant glow
sparkling dew drops
wispy movement
fills the nights depths
the soil which held him fast
swayed in earth tides
the tides of all men
dreams of springs past sorrow
on which his aura rode

18 comments:

anthonynorth said...

Deceptively deep words. Nicely done.

Sweetest in the Gale said...

I agree...there is a depth of meaning that I really enjoyed in your words. Lovely take on the prompt!

mia said...

he sounds like a lonely gypsy soul.

Geraldine said...

Excellent!

Patti said...

Lots to think about...souls and auras around us all...

Robin said...

Very nice!

Stan Ski said...

A lot of meaning hidden in the words. Great post!

philm400 said...

The site is looking great... and the poetry as always, fantastic!

SandyCarlson said...

Sometimes I wish that aura were not present.

Beautiful poem.

Mojo said...

Magnificent mood.

Beth P. said...

is this the christ's aura you speak of?

this is stunning imagery--

thank you!

Aayushi Mehta said...

I guess everyone leaves behind some kind of aura...enjoyed reading this!

fourwindshaiga said...

Very good, and yes I believe in auras and spirits.

Tumblewords: said...

Ah, Melanie! This is so beautiful. The words you chose are perfect and the imagery so well tuned.

The Write Girl said...

Captivating and stunning. Beautifully written.

Amity said...

so deep and challenging Melanie!

Carlos Gesmundo said...

Thanks for dreams of springs--the stuff that help sustain us.

Cassiopeia Rises said...

Sorry. Again I must thank you all at once. I have been ill.


Melanie