The Lovers
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The Lovers
If any of you are familiar with the wonderful art work of Jim Warren you might like this as his painting was my inspiration
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KE_7nf52V60
The Lovers
The golden sands stretch empty for miles and miles each way
and they reach out to the oceans sweet embrace.
Tendrils of sea grass lie scattered along the empty shore
like tresses of windblown hair against your face.
The cresting surf, topped with white foam
races to shore to welcome home
the one who walks its shores alone.
Water like lovers meet and greet. Embracing.
There are pink clouds drifting in the sky, today they're barely moving
and slowly they change shape as they drift by.
Marshmallow clouds now hide the sun, its rays beneath them peep
and images are forming in the sky.
Two lovers gaze into each others eyes or so it seems
she lifts her face towards him. Is he the man of her dreams
He reaches for her tenderly. Enhanced by bright sunbeams.
Two cloud lovers, mistily each other facing.
The ebb and flow of tide tumbles small shells onto the shore
and a pair of Dolphins surf out in the waves.
The walker strolls along the sands, just enjoying the day
is it silence, solitude or peace he craves.
The aqua waters of the sea are topped with foaming lace.
Spumescent whipped cream waters, where two lovers embrace.
Is it Neptune and a Mermaid? He cannot see their face
as they disappear beneath the waters racing.
The rocky headlands guard the bay their face dark and imposing
and the waters froth and bubble at their feet.
The golden sands stretch endlessly, in little hills and furrows
a demarcation line where land and waters meet.
And down the hill comes a small child, running fast and fleet
to her Daddy with her arms outstretched, she calls in a voice sweet
“Lets go and have a paddle Daddy the sand burnt my feet”
and the tide is busy now footprints erasing.
And sometimes we are lovers, and sometimes only friends.
Parents, sisters, brothers but always at the end
there will be those who loved us and loving never ends
though the footprints and the visions may be fading.
Maureen Clifford © 04/10
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KE_7nf52V60
The Lovers
The golden sands stretch empty for miles and miles each way
and they reach out to the oceans sweet embrace.
Tendrils of sea grass lie scattered along the empty shore
like tresses of windblown hair against your face.
The cresting surf, topped with white foam
races to shore to welcome home
the one who walks its shores alone.
Water like lovers meet and greet. Embracing.
There are pink clouds drifting in the sky, today they're barely moving
and slowly they change shape as they drift by.
Marshmallow clouds now hide the sun, its rays beneath them peep
and images are forming in the sky.
Two lovers gaze into each others eyes or so it seems
she lifts her face towards him. Is he the man of her dreams
He reaches for her tenderly. Enhanced by bright sunbeams.
Two cloud lovers, mistily each other facing.
The ebb and flow of tide tumbles small shells onto the shore
and a pair of Dolphins surf out in the waves.
The walker strolls along the sands, just enjoying the day
is it silence, solitude or peace he craves.
The aqua waters of the sea are topped with foaming lace.
Spumescent whipped cream waters, where two lovers embrace.
Is it Neptune and a Mermaid? He cannot see their face
as they disappear beneath the waters racing.
The rocky headlands guard the bay their face dark and imposing
and the waters froth and bubble at their feet.
The golden sands stretch endlessly, in little hills and furrows
a demarcation line where land and waters meet.
And down the hill comes a small child, running fast and fleet
to her Daddy with her arms outstretched, she calls in a voice sweet
“Lets go and have a paddle Daddy the sand burnt my feet”
and the tide is busy now footprints erasing.
And sometimes we are lovers, and sometimes only friends.
Parents, sisters, brothers but always at the end
there will be those who loved us and loving never ends
though the footprints and the visions may be fading.
Maureen Clifford © 04/10
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- Maureen K Clifford
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Re: The Lovers
I have always loved the quirkiness of Jim Warrens work - his pictures show more at the 2nd viewing than the initial viewing gives. He uses the image of cloud lovers in a lot of his work as well as horses. This one is a favourite and there are more here.
http://art.ofearna.us/warren/waves.html
http://art.ofearna.us/warren/waves.html
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Re: The Lovers
I'll be brutally honest Maureen, it's not my kind of art work.
Your poem is better than the picture
Leonardo da Vinci wrote of how he could see images and forms in the clouds and also in the rough texture of a wall. He urged other artists to use this method of imagination.
I think some of his drawing were made from these imaginative images.


Leonardo da Vinci wrote of how he could see images and forms in the clouds and also in the rough texture of a wall. He urged other artists to use this method of imagination.
I think some of his drawing were made from these imaginative images.
Neville
" Prose is description, poetry is presence " Les Murray.
" Prose is description, poetry is presence " Les Murray.
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Re: The Lovers
G'day Maureen,
I agree with Neville. The artwork looks like a computer generated picture. I would prefer to see some brush work or even an error here and there to show the touch of a human hand. While the image is very sweet and the sentiment touching, it is not something I would have on my wall. (I know, it is horses, but that's not the problem)
I do agree with the idea of lying back and looking at the sky. Whether it be a cloud formation or the moon, it's always inspiring.
I agree with Neville. The artwork looks like a computer generated picture. I would prefer to see some brush work or even an error here and there to show the touch of a human hand. While the image is very sweet and the sentiment touching, it is not something I would have on my wall. (I know, it is horses, but that's not the problem)
I do agree with the idea of lying back and looking at the sky. Whether it be a cloud formation or the moon, it's always inspiring.
Zondrae King
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- Maureen K Clifford
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Re: The Lovers
Thanks Neville and Zondrae - well they do say beauty is in the eye of the beholder
Our world is beautiful even though things are viewed differently through different eyes..

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Re: The Lovers
G'day Maureen,
Where is everyone? I'm working on a little book but this computer has swallowed some of my poem files.. I'll have to look back on the 'time machine'. Here again the proof of the value in an external drive. Now I just have to figure out how to get into the dashed thing.
I have just read this poem again. The ideas are there but I found it a bit rambling. I noticed the tricky rhyme at the end of each stanza. It is a good idea you have here. There are so many kinds of love in this world. I like the image of the little one and Dad at the end.
Where is everyone? I'm working on a little book but this computer has swallowed some of my poem files.. I'll have to look back on the 'time machine'. Here again the proof of the value in an external drive. Now I just have to figure out how to get into the dashed thing.
I have just read this poem again. The ideas are there but I found it a bit rambling. I noticed the tricky rhyme at the end of each stanza. It is a good idea you have here. There are so many kinds of love in this world. I like the image of the little one and Dad at the end.
Zondrae King
a woman of words
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- Maureen K Clifford
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Re: The Lovers
Don't know where everyone is Zondrae - perhaps busy guarding their poems for future comp entries
Certainly not a lot being posted that's for sure.
Tricky rhyme?????? what tricky rhyme




Tricky rhyme?????? what tricky rhyme

Check out The Scribbly Bark Poets blog site here -
http://scribblybarkpoetry.blogspot.com.au/
I may not always succeed in making a difference, but I will go to my grave knowing I at least tried.
http://scribblybarkpoetry.blogspot.com.au/
I may not always succeed in making a difference, but I will go to my grave knowing I at least tried.