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Elli......Here is YOUR PAGE finally!!!!!!!!!  I do hope that you enjoy it and that you will share some of those beautiful Poems with the other members of the Gallery....¤Aü§Póꆙ¤ 
 
 
Hello, this poem came to me after talking to people in Chat.  Some, one just bumps into and with an excuse me, passes on.  Others have more of an impact and there follows the dancing!
 
Chat Room Waltz
 
Words dancing on a screen
No soft music - partner unseen;
Round and round the slippy dancefloor
Feet are fine but fingers sore.
 
Another time and another place
We could have been dancing face to face;
The music stops - he gives a bow
It's log off time - reality now!
 
Eileen
 
Off the west coast of Ireland lies Achill Island.  Looking out to sea, the next piece of land is America.  It rains often on Achill.  Maybe that is why it's so green.  But if ever you go I hope you are lucky enough to see the sunset like the one that I did - the most magnificent one ever.
 
A Sunset at Achill
 
Silver mirror'd shining sea
Stillness trembling, raining cool peace
On skin inflamed by summer sun;
Achill in the beauty of a day nigh done.
 
Distant horizon swallowing the glow
Of a magical trick of reds and golds
That shimmered and drained from the sky;
The end of a day in late July.
 
The sun departs in a farewell of red
Going on to rise in lands still ahead;
Deep midnight blue chases dallying light;
My Achill now clothed in star studded night.