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Uriel's Gaze




I feel You gazing at me
What message do You scribe
From what divine source do You abide
Uriel, sitting with St. Peter, amidst the heavens
From Your divine source I shall abide
The message You do scribe
Feel me staring back at You


Janet


Still gazing at The NaiSaiKu Challenge
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  1. andyJuly 21, 2009

    Hi Janet, I'm Gazing, you're amazin'!
    Nicely written poetry!!

    Thanks for playing along!

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  2. Kenia SantosJuly 21, 2009

    I love your poetry. It makes me float in the air. You're the sweetest thing ever.

    I've written that post about Brazil I promised you. Have you seen it?

    I'm going to talk about Fate this week and answer your e-mail. Take care girl!

    All my love!

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  3. Stan SkiJuly 21, 2009

    The definitive gaze.

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  4. AnonymousJuly 22, 2009

    that reminds me to take up this challenge myself ! and i love your takes so very much !! very creative :)

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  5. Kenia SantosJuly 22, 2009

    Janet,

    I'm starting a new blog with a friend who's a damn good writer, here's the address

    http://living-in-amusement.blogspot.com

    We're going to post in English only and we'd both love to have you following it and spreading you love there, too. It's all about poetry and other pieces of writing. Hope to see you there.

    Kiss your cheeks!

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  6. Janet JarrellJuly 22, 2009

    Andy - that was very sweet of you.

    Stan - very definitive - thank you for noticing.

    Thank you lostmermaid - I'll be watching for yours.

    Dear Kenia - love to hear from you as always - thank you for the invite, I am heading right over...

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  7. Tumblewords:July 23, 2009

    Ah, a sweet ring of magic!

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  9. Gena - Lagean EllisAugust 01, 2009

    You do this so well!

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  10. Philippa DrakeFebruary 05, 2012

    A melodious and sublime poem. Great pic!

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