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Playmate
by Glenn CurrierYou are sprites dancing in me.
You light here and there
touching the feathers of my soul
drizzling lyrics into my ears
and playing your flute
with my mouth.
This morning you started out as Father
and now you are my cosmic Playmate. 08/05/2005 Posted on 08/05/2005
Copyright © 2025 Glenn Currier
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Charlie Morgan on 08/05/05 at 04:02 PM ...heyyy, i wanna play...seems He probably wonders why i even try...lovely look at life, and i 'preciate the perch...ahh, not there in my life, but love this writing...we are seeking concert...peace, chaz |
| Posted by Ashok Sharda on 08/05/05 at 04:23 PM Looks like cosmic playmate 'playing your flute
with my mouth.'Well,he seems to find his expression in his creation.
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| Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 08/07/05 at 11:06 PM A "wonder" filled view of God, the Father! (Unfortunately Playmate has negative connotation in the adult world in which we live.) |
| Posted by Michelle Angelini on 08/10/05 at 08:23 AM Glenn, God can be so serious, but I've found in my life, He also has a sense of humor. The words in S1 lighten His image - from old images of dark & brooding to benevolence and gentle love. He lives within us and allows us to be His children.
~Chelle~ |
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