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Transient Passings
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Sunshine
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since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart 
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Transient Passings get it back, those thoughts, to where you were then last night without me while I dwell on you this morning, between reading McKuen cover to cover, uncovered again at seventeen and twenty-eight, the times when he entered my life so easily and now at forty-nine his words come more like a mellow wine with understanding so I finished him alone, there on the deck the glider rocking me, before the cottonwoods start snowing, while the springy breezes are still blowing as Abby sniffed her newspapers’ air and vied for attention from McKuen’s cats, her nose laying on a page not in need of being read and mourning doves vied for my ears with their coos for two where were you? I would have read aloud a passage or two my breath would have been a bit huskier in places as my pulse raced anticipation is a good thing what stunned me about his rites when I was seventeen, now raises a smile upon my lips in appreciation for what he so desired admired just once I want to be bent by McKuen’s words as you travel my thighs to a sigh’s realize… I was here. Where were you? [This message has been edited by Sunshine (edited 04-22-2001).] |
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ethome Member Patricius
since 2000-05-14
Posts 11858New Brunswick Canada |
Wonderful evocative piece Karilea! Extremely sensuous in places. I enjoyed the trip through your reflections. |
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Nan
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-05-20
Posts 21191Cape Cod Massachusetts USA |
We live we learn we grow sometimes together sometimes not and time steps forth in steadfast pace.. Nice job, m'friend..  |
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Seymour Tabin Member Empyrean
since 1999-07-07
Posts 31720Tamarac Fla |
Dear Sunshine, A sensitive piece an excellent write. *L* |
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Coal Surrender Member
since 2001-04-01
Posts 84U.S. |
You took us for another swim, deep into the waters of your heart. Coal |
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Packratmike Senior Member
since 2001-02-25
Posts 632California, USA |
A wonderful Sunday morning read. Thank you. (I must dig out some of my old Rod McKuen books. He's one of my absolute favorites.) Mike |
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Wilfred Yeats Member Elite
since 2000-08-04
Posts 2704Wilmington, Delaware |
the word is getting overused - but nothing I could say sys it better: I loved this - |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
while I dwell on you this morning, between reading McKuen cover to cover, uncovered again at seventeen and twenty-eight, the times when he entered my life so easily and now at forty-nine his words come more like a mellow wine with understanding ============================== ahh K you take me back to a special place and time... and yes... at 17, curled up with my cat, listening to Jackson Browne ... and reading.. no...inhaling Rod.. and this is a very cool write, love the sensual undertones. thanks for reminding me of the need to return to this place again. *********** In Praise of Morning The darkness here is safe. I would love to turn the page of every day in this same way, see everything from your eyes looking out. Touch what there is to touch with your fingers, rub up against the afternoon as part of your thighs rubbing. My cheek grazing yours is like resolve, the sureness of forever. Your tongue is wet and lazy at leisure in my mouth the way I loaf inside of you.. The only movement in the world is the dawn's bright diamond necklace stringing itself across the new horizon. Rod McKuen ************* If the war goes on forever- will we look out on the dawn... and see the eagle playing... with the dove upon the lawn. Will we hear the trumpets, mingled with the harps... If the war goes on forever and the shouting doesn't stop... Rod McKuen **************** Caught in the quiet ... off on our own, Coming together ... or staying alone. Rod McKuen I love your imperfections ... I love your everything ... |
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Joyce Johnson
since 2001-03-10
Posts 9912Washington State |
I love your poems and McKuen's. Joyce |
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Amuse_mi Member
since 2001-04-22
Posts 110 |
There is a peace in age isn't there? Amongst the chaos and turmoil of life there are comforting moments and places we visit that reach out in timelessness. I could see your cottonwoods. Thank you. |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
just came back to place in butterfly files  I love your imperfections ... I love your everything ... |
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nakdthoughts Member Laureate
since 2000-10-29
Posts 19200Between the Lines |
just once I want to be bent by McKuen’s words this I liked very much *s ~Wynter "The worst prison would be a closed heart". |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
Ethome, I do believe you saw this just as I would have liked...thank you so much, our poet...for coming home... Nan...do you have ANY idea how much I appreciate being tapped by your pen?... Sy, an excellent from you...is calm and balm. Thank you Sir.... Coal....I am coming to admire your responses....thank you.... Mike, when you make that dig? You'll strike golden memories, for sure!.... Mr. Yeats, nothing you say ever gets old....thank you Sir, for taking time out to read.... JM, my dear....and those are only some of his good lines....thank you so very much for liking this with me....and for reading, twice.... Thank you so much, Joyce.... Amuse_mi....welcome to Passions! I feel as if I already know you....and I am glad you felt the cottonwood this morning.... Wynter...thank you dear, for pulling out those thoughts that you liked best... so did I.... |
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