David Taylor

Rookie (3rd January 1956 / LONDON, UK)

*reflections - Poem by David Taylor

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how beautiful the sun's reflections make
the air touched, gently rippled lakes
perfectly formed and round
on the still pond it's found
how muted soft in morning mists
by which the fertile fields are kissed
magnificent the coloured clouds
as its light they partly shroud
how would you see that form
without all this that is its gift of dawn


without all this that is its gift of dawn
how would you see that form
as its light they partly shroud
magnificent the coloured clouds
by which the fertile fields are kissed
how muted soft in morning mists
on the still pond it's found
perfectly formed and round
the air touched, gently rippled lakes
how beautiful the sun's reflections make


Comments about *reflections by David Taylor

  • Rookie - 43 Points Obinna Eruchie (9/10/2009 9:44:00 AM)

    How the razing one bestowed with rays reflect upon the glass of gushing glitter labelled as lake. Wonderful piece. (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie Gina Layog (4/25/2009 2:04:00 AM)

    I really like your creativity,
    your words on the first paragraph,
    reflects beautifully on the second,
    the words cleverly arranged,
    cleverly executed, your thoughts
    organized, to promote the ideas
    you expressed,
    truly a masterpiece, lovely (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 0 Points Viola Grey (4/18/2009 7:36:00 PM)

    everything about this works...a very beautiful, clever write. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Stephanie Dower (4/18/2009 9:41:00 AM)

    beautifully flowing, stunning imagery, deffinatly brought a smile. thank you so much for sharing. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, April 18, 2009

Poem Edited: Saturday, April 18, 2009


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