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A Moment Realized
In the heat of the day
Fueled by the setting sun.
We fight a fiery fight
Until the evening’s done.
Morning’s calming tides
Rush against the shore
Cooling heated waters
Our evening cries.
Love, is a subtle calm
A morning low tide.
Our reality of a day
A moment realized.
Deborah Ann Tornillo
Copyright, 2012
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| Reviewed by John Domino |
2/27/2012 |
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| I love those moments... Loved this poem! |
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| Reviewed by Mary Lacey, Desertrat |
2/22/2012 |
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Deborah,
You paint a wonderful picture here. I don't live near the ocean but your words describe it perfectly.
Mary |
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| Reviewed by m j hollingshead |
2/22/2012 |
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| lovely work, enjoyed the read |
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| Reviewed by jude forese |
2/21/2012 |
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| you capture the clarity of this moment quite vividly in your lovely poem ... |
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| Reviewed by Roger Wayne Eberle |
2/21/2012 |
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a subtle sleuthing out of the cyclical nature of our days with an extra special emphasis on the most powerful influence of all... nicely penned, Deborah.
May you be at peace with all you meet...
Roger |
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