The Bell Poem by Lorraine Margueritte Gasrel Black

The Bell

Rating: 5.0


The world in my garden is peopled
in many hues
a riot of colors from brown
to crystal dew.

These people hide behind their masks
or turn in modesty
some look towards the Sun
and bask in majesty

Others are the moon-lit hour
brief their frangrance may be
enfolded in a coat of many colors
the gift that let's us be.

Attended by these loving hands, Who
sowed the seeds that free
from the frost which stole in darkness
the bell rings liberty.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Andrew Blakemore 02 September 2009

Nice words Lorraine, beautifully written. Best wishes, Andrew

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David Taylor 16 May 2009

'enfolded in a coat of many colors the gift that let's us be.' Just as the colors of your poem enfold a gift that lets us be..... I like this very much, David.

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Sathyanarayana M V S 23 October 2008

Fine imagery. Felt I read more of this.....10

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