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Cpat Hair

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since 2001-06-05

Posts 11793

0 posted 2003-10-13 03:19 PM

Clouds came down this day
and rode across the skin of wave
to hold me
in arms chill as I would travel
with small whirlpools my only sign
and the sing of line
cast
caring not for catch
but for reprieve

Even the stones wept
at beauty

and all that missed was you
to smile and silence embrace
in a glide of morning sun

Long the time has gone
when such mornings as this
would meet our rise
after passions spent left coffee
and the glow of cheek
to replace our join

Such as it was
           brief in recompense
for the intense
  can not hold long
until there comes an ending refrain
that chorus I remembered
and would have had
the soft of your lips on mine
and your eyes
                 developing these images
in simple 4-4 time.

Small the whirlpools
that sucked me in
into thoughts perhaps

but no....

that was then

Today I simply glide
      One stroke before turned J
To guide me straight
Until the sun should rise
And I watch in awe
        The fingers of fog reach
To touch the face of god

As I too stretch my hands
But find the air too thin for gravid thoughts
Such as I might pretend
To birth this or any morn
And leave as bastard child of want

Denied grace of word
        And cursed for lack of name

Other than the simple word

Love

Sunshine

Administrator

Member Empyrean

since 1999-06-25

Posts 63354
Listening to every heart

1 posted 2003-10-13 03:23 PM

Ah, that four-letter word...
keeps popping up
in the most intriguing places

Cpat Hair

Member Patricius

since 2001-06-05

Posts 11793

2 posted 2003-10-13 03:25 PM

that 4 letter word... that denies defining and is as elusive as the fog my friend...

but then the fog always makes me think of things I can't define..

Greeneyes

Member Rara Avis

since 2000-09-09

Posts 9903
In Your Poetic Mind

3 posted 2003-10-13 03:26 PM

amazing even how the stones can weep....the fogs rise to touch the hand of god, reminds me of days when I experienced the fog dancing in subtle forms of grace....you breathe such art to these pages....hugssss
Lauren~

Local Parasite

Member Elite

since 2001-11-05

Posts 2527
Transylconia, Winnipeg

4 posted 2003-10-13 03:26 PM

Indeed it does...

You're a true poet, Ron. I don't know what else to say. This poem is brilliant in its purity of reflection, its thought, and especially its conclusion... at the risk of offending someone else who may be reading, I must tell you that this is the best poem I've read today and I'm going to put it in my library.

Someday I'll be able to say "I knew him when..."

Brian

Faith is a fine invention
When gentlemen can see
But microscopes are prudent
In an emergency.
~~~Emily Dickinson

Susan Caldwell
Member Rara Avis

since 2002-12-27

Posts 8348
Florida

5 posted 2003-10-13 03:30 PM

Fog can be so comforting...and masking.

I am glad the sun shone through and you didn't get lost out there..

Susan

Janet Marie
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since 2000-01-22

Posts 18554

6 posted 2003-10-13 04:04 PM

Clouds came down this day
and rode across the skin of wave
to hold me
in arms chill as I would travel
with small whirlpools my only sign
and the sing of line
cast
caring not for catch
but for reprieve

Even the stones wept
at beauty

and all that missed was you
to smile and silence embrace
in a glide of morning sun

===========================
Such as it was
           brief in recompense
for the intense
  can not hold long
until there comes an ending refrain
that chorus I remembered
and would have had
the soft of your lips on mine
and your eyes
                 developing these images
in simple 4-4 time.

===========================
Today I simply glide
      One stroke before turned J
To guide me straight
Until the sun should rise
And I watch in awe
        The fingers of fog reach
To touch the face of god

As I too stretch my hands
But find the air too thin for gravid thoughts
Such as I might pretend
To birth this or any morn
And leave as bastard child of want

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

remember on Friday when I said catch a fish for me?

ya had me from the first beautiful verse...

hook ... line ... sinker.

Aenimal
Member Rara Avis

since 2002-11-18

Posts 7350
the ass-end of space

7 posted 2003-10-13 04:23 PM

Damn it Ron, everytime...your words get me everytime

Sudhir Iyer
Member Ascendant

since 2000-04-26

Posts 6943
Mumbai, India : now in Belgium

8 posted 2003-10-13 05:54 PM

Ron... This is fabulous writing... so good it feels to have read you...

Regards
Sudhir

Enchantress
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since 2001-08-14

Posts 35113
Canada eh.

9 posted 2003-10-13 06:15 PM

"Such as it was
           brief in recompense
for the intense
  can not hold long
until there comes an ending refrain
that chorus I remembered
and would have had
the soft of your lips on mine
and your eyes
                 developing these images
in simple 4-4 time."
=============================================
Once again sir...you have rendered me speechless.
Wonderful write Ron.
'Love'....ah yes...can't define it either.
Hugs~

~Autumn, the year's last, loveliest smile~

Midnitesun

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since 2001-05-18

Posts 28647
Gaia

10 posted 2003-10-13 06:16 PM

quote:
Clouds came down this day
and rode across the skin of wave
to hold me
in arms chill

I am shuddering in sheer delight at this write.
My library is honored to have such a gift as this.

serenity blaze
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since 2000-02-02

Posts 27738

11 posted 2003-10-13 06:46 PM

You DO glide...

ah, it's lovely to let a Captain steer...

SharaRose
Member Elite

since 2003-07-19

Posts 2501
Somewhere out there~

12 posted 2003-10-13 07:38 PM

I stand in amazement. Everytime I read you I feel as if I have somehow touched something that's not of this world. WOW!!! What you have is something that leaves me in awe, that's all I know. I just don't know what it is that touches me in some profound way. Wow is all I can say. Sorry for going on so, but I'm taken everytime by your words!! In awe.
Love,
Terri~

Of sound, and speech let all lift the hearer!

Martie

Moderator

Member Empyrean

since 1999-09-21

Posts 28049
California

13 posted 2003-10-13 08:02 PM

Ron...you always write well, and then there are times when you write magic, like now.

"Denied grace of word
And cursed for lack of name

Other than the simple word

Love"

KoKo
Senior Member

since 2003-02-15

Posts 995
Inside the shadow's shadow

14 posted 2003-10-15 01:58 AM

Damn it. This is gorgeous.

Gentle Spirit
Member Patricius

since 2000-10-09

Posts 13989

15 posted 2003-10-15 08:12 AM

~smiling~
outstanding write Ron and thoroughly savored....

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