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SpitFire
Member Elite

since 2000-04-19

Posts 2396

0 posted 2001-07-22 11:41 PM

When time existed in the yellow of a petal,
and pavement held the day until nightfall crept,
I began to understand a thing about Sundays,
in summer, right here where I am.

Things that only dirt would understand,
soil turning sympathy to shavings,
life inside a cartwheel of the remains.

And water in a bucket by the brickway
diluted danger without even knowing.
Somehow it coated landings with honey,
and cradled comfort in it’s reflection of the flame.

I began to understand the songs all over again,
each note a breath of earth in time, now.
Each echo a sound wave of wonder for those unknowing.

Joy lives (it really does) in little things,
it waits for your notice in sips.
It's nectar feeding species with reason, and knowing.
It's presence somewhere between.

Jamie
Member Elite

since 2000-06-26

Posts 3168
Blue Heaven

1 posted 2001-07-22 11:57 PM

This is a wonderful poem.. I love it...

There is society where none intrudes, by the deep sea, and music in its roar.
byron

Dulcinea
Senior Member

since 2001-07-22

Posts 774
IN

2 posted 2001-07-23 12:01 PM

Reminds me of hot August days of long dry spells, with the "joy" meted out until the rains come again...very nice, I enjoyed the imagery. *S*

Dark Angel
Member Patricius

since 1999-08-04

Posts 10095

3 posted 2001-07-23 08:07 AM

Oh A, it's so good to read you again.
Ahhh marvelous poetry from you hon, as usual.

Into my library it goes.

Maree

"little miss understood
little misunderstood"

~Marry me Jane~

[This message has been edited by Dark Angel (edited 07-23-2001).]

Janet Marie
Member Laureate

since 2000-01-22

Posts 18554

4 posted 2001-07-23 02:19 PM

When time existed in the yellow of a petal,
and pavement held the day until nightfall crept,
I began to understand a thing about Sundays,
in summer, right here where I am.

Things that only dirt would understand,
soil turning sympathy to shavings,[/b]
============================
Somehow it coated landings with honey,
and cradled comfort in it’s reflection of the flame.

I began to understand the songs all over again,
each note a breath of earth in time, now.

=============================

Joy lives (it really does) in little things,
it waits for your notice in sips.
It's nectar feeding species with reason, and knowing.
It's presence somewhere between.
======================================

*shaking my head, smiling*

Id send ya a bazillion yellow flowers just to see ya smile

This poem is a beautiful, poetic smile.
perfect A ... perfect.

me

only you could give love that satisfies the soul...
see the darkness of my heart and still won't let me go.

Cpat Hair

Member Patricius

since 2001-06-05

Posts 11793

5 posted 2001-07-23 02:22 PM

Wonderfully done.. such nice word play and imagery..an excellent piece indeed... and one I enjoyed a rgeat deal!!!

Dark Angel
Member Patricius

since 1999-08-04

Posts 10095

6 posted 2001-07-23 05:24 PM

Er forgot to check the library box, hmmm sorry.

Martie

Moderator

Member Empyrean

since 1999-09-21

Posts 28049
California

7 posted 2001-07-23 05:51 PM

"Joy lives (it really does) in little things,
it waits for your notice in sips.
It's nectar feeding species with reason, and knowing.
It's presence somewhere between."

Wonderful poetry!!

catalinamoon

Member Rara Avis

since 2000-06-03

Posts 9543
The Shores of Alone

8 posted 2001-07-23 07:37 PM

Hopeful,I think? Great imagery, and as usual, powerful write.
Sandra

Sunshine

Administrator

Member Empyrean

since 1999-06-25

Posts 63354
Listening to every heart

9 posted 2001-07-23 08:10 PM

...joy lives [it really does]...

Yes, indeed!

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