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bsquirrel
since 2000-01-03
Posts 7855
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I turned up the music to displace the emptiness of my room. The sharp drums picked open my thoughts. I walked outside and let the wind thrash me around. Do you want to know a secret? I am the wind. My fury is vowels of rain squelched by the lightning Like sunfire bruised and left broken in the moon's wake. When I die, I want to be buried in a poem, Never to be fully extracted from the world. I want to be part of the mud, so when people see a tree Leaning too close to the road, bottommost leaves Draping the pavement, they can say "Now there's a great poet." I am the wind in that tree. I am dead and alive and so close to free, Yet broken yet hobbled yet a token yet squabbling over losses I can't even endure. Once is enough. One bottle broken, Shining in glass in the glassy night tears dropped down like a storm. I feel so warm. I am an ellipse of darkly shining light. Three dots: Two eyes and a mouth staring at itself, The silence without sight. |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
You keep this up and I shall fall hopelessly in love with you---okey-dokey--that happened with "rainstones"--but "water pistol from Laramie" was pretty good too..and then there was...(or was that Larabie?) --still confused--will ramble on forever--this is a threat--e mail me or I will write paragraphs. |
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tracie66 Member Elite
since 2000-01-18
Posts 4713Australia |
Oh this is truly a most breathtaking piece...just beautiful  thanks for sharing this with us.Tracie~ Love is the life of the soul... It is the harmony of the universe |
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ethome Member Patricius
since 2000-05-14
Posts 11858New Brunswick Canada |
"my fury is vowels of rain squelched by lightning. Like sunfire bruised and left broken in the moon's wake." I got to tell ya, I love those lines! Great poem all around! |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
I forgot to say: Incredible. |
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Kit McCallum
Administrator
Member Laureate
since 2000-04-30
Posts 14774Ontario, Canada |
Big, heavy sigh here Mike. Beautiful expression dear poet ... your heartfelt thoughts are so achingly understood. You need not wait for sentiments To come your way, it's true, "Now there's a great poet" And truly Mike, 'tis you. Best wishes, /Kit |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
I turned up the music to displace the emptiness of my room. The sharp drums picked open my thoughts. I walked outside and let the wind thrash me around. Do you want to know a secret? I am the wind. My fury is vowels of rain squelched by the lightning Like sunfire bruised and left broken in the moon's wake. When I die, I want to be buried in a poem, --------------------- I am the wind in that tree. I am dead and alive and so close to free, Yet broken yet hobbled yet a token yet squabbling over losses I can't even endure. Once is enough. One bottle broken, Shining in glass in the glassy night tears dropped down like a storm. I feel so warm. I am an ellipse of darkly shining light. Three dots: Two eyes and a mouth staring at itself, The silence without sight. --------------- you are the poetic wind that blows thru my heart -- with every perfect poem you write, you are grace, you are wisdom you are poet ... never in silence, never without sight. ****** me thinks me could walk on me lips to there to kiss you cheek for this one... me thinks me and s'en shall share lips and try  me thinks s'en did not sleep by the posting times on this... when you see her new poem you will know why.. sleep would have been a waste of poetic time first I read hers and then I found this gift.. me thinks its a day for worship love you jm/bs |
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ESP Member Elite
since 2000-01-25
Posts 2556Floating gently on a cloud.... |
Wow! This is one really good poem! Love and hugs, Lizzie  "Poetry is the true expression of my soul, it is my ultimate means of communication. It is my rainbow of delight." |
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brian madden Member Elite
since 2000-05-06
Posts 4374ireland |
wow When I die, I want to be buried in a poem, Never to be fully extracted from the world. I want to be part of the mud, so when people see a tree Leaning too close to the road, bottommost leaves Draping the pavement, they can say "Now there's a great poet." excellent poem, a great read. I am an ellipse of darkly shining light. Three dots: Two eyes and a mouth staring at itself, The silence without sight. the last verse is just amazing |
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bsquirrel
since 2000-01-03
Posts 7855 |
I have to say, the popularity of this poem caught me by surprise. Thanks everyone, for understanding. S'en, I'll e-mail you sometime this weekend. That's a promise. Thank you, Tracie. Thanks, ethome. Kit, I appreciate your words. Thank you.Butterfly Slippers: .Lizzie, thanks, but how can you hug me if you're rolling around like that? Thanks, Brian.Mike |
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