Branches in the puddle on the sidewalk

A Poem By Aisling // 5/4/2009

Branches in the puddle on the sidewalk
dark against the pale face of the sky
broken pictures of a broken world
windows to a place like mine
but not the same
I wonder – do they cry there?

The wind, it leaves the flowering branches crying
raining down their life over my face
little echoes of what I was made for
pieces of a near, dear place
but far away
I wonder – would I know it?

Sky like water in the painter’s paint glass
wide and watery and dirty white
quiet veil over the face of God
dripping glory from behind
but here inside
I wonder – could it fill me?

Comments

I love this!! I love the

I love this!! I love the flow, the rhythm, everything. It has a lovely sound to it. :)
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If I disappear, and you cannot find me, please don't worry.
Just be sure to check all the wardrobes.

Clare Marie | Mon, 05/04/2009

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"I don't know half of you half as well as I should like; and I like less than half of you half as well as you deserve." -Bilbo Baggins [The Lord of the Rings]

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Great poem, Aisling. :)

Joseph | Mon, 05/04/2009

It had a lovely flow, I

It had a lovely flow, I really enjoyed this. And I just realized how often I use the word really....I should really add that to my favorite words list. Here I go again! Really....Lol, sorry-off topic =)

~Erin~

"Adam, you're brilliant!" -Kara Dioguardi (If I Can't Have You)

"You seemed to have turned Paula into a pool of Abdul, she was so taken aback by it." -Ryan Seacrest (If I Can't Have You)

"If Adam's Ring of Fire was complete indulgent rubbish, keep it coming!" -Me

E | Mon, 05/04/2009

"You were not meant to fit into a shallow box built by someone else." -J. Raymond

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....wow, this was amazing Aisling. I really enjoyed reading it.

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"When God takes something from your grasp, He's not punishing you, but merely opening your hands to receive something better and more amazing."

Mairead | Mon, 05/04/2009

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"Sweet is the love that never knew a wound, but deeper that which died and rose again." - Mother Mary Francis

That was

That was lovely.
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Anna | Mon, 05/04/2009

I have hated the words and I have loved them, and I hope I have made them right. --The Book Thief

thanks! :)

thanks! :)

Aisling | Mon, 05/04/2009

:)

Beautiful, wonderful, lovely.
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January 1, I've got alot of things on my mind
I'm looking at my body through a new spy satellite. try to lift a finger, but I don't think I can make the call, so tell me if I move, 'cause I don't feel anything at all.

Bernadette | Tue, 05/05/2009

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Awesome, as usual. :D Great imagery.

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"We have been created for greater things. Why stoop down to things that will spoil the beauty of our hearts?" ~Mother Theresa

Brianna | Wed, 05/06/2009

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"We have been created for greater things. Why stoop down to things that will spoil the beauty of our hearts?" ~Mother Theresa

*shiver of delight*

"...windows to a place like mine, but not the same..." You are so good at painting pictures with poetry. And I love poetry that makes me think! Great job!

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I don't want to spend my whole life asking: "What if I had given everything instead of going through the motions?"
~Matthew West

Mary | Thu, 05/07/2009

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Brother: Your character should drive a motorcycle.
Me: He can't. He's in the wilderness.
Brother: Then make it a four-wheel-drive motorcycle!

Gorgeous!!

This is absolutely beautiful!!!

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"Out of doubt, out of dark to the day's rising,
I came singing in the sun, sword unsheathing.
To hope's end I rode and to heart's breaking:
Now for wrath, now for ruin and a red nightfall!"
~Return of the King

Elizabeth | Thu, 05/07/2009

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The Holy Spirit is the quiet guest of our soul." -St. Augustine

SO gorgeous!

I couldn't stop myself from SINGING it in my head while reading it. Bee-yew-tiful!

LOVED this -

Sky like water in the painter’s paint glass
wide and watery and dirty white
quiet veil over the face of God
dripping glory from behind

Sarah Bethany | Thu, 05/07/2009

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