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Written on the Porch of Morning
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Written on the Porch of Morning |
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LeeJ Member Patricius
since 2003-06-19
Posts 13296
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All that is owned reveals itself Embracing charted shelves Of which I am merely one tiny strand Where a mind attaches itself, Spiraling around the horizon From the heart spews, a wide eastern sky Stretching up and down the arms Footing knee deep to the eye Where men dream, half fallen away Oh…how a pedigreed world replies Bones on legs reaching higher places Going for the magic wand Air turning sapphire, starting to congeal with mist All things are one, what shuffle transpires this? What stands up like a full blown accusation? The globe transpires our child indeed The words, the material, the fingers of knowledge Herbed circumstances finding lips Place your thoughts in my hand For those Circles of great iron will be forged I am a simple quotation of an actual reflection born Participants in vocalizations, looking as a thing of wonder Mingling cultures, powerful members, Flourish wounds forgiven, but remembered One of which integrity, mainstreams a vigorous nature A visitor in this place, our salve eats all around all worries Where visuals weaken the seeds of beasts What ensues one, turns out another, roll your mindset east Returning all seasons with essence Attempting music, using only dry sticks How profoundly humble, this leisurely smile, so profoundly classic Where looks lay upon some giant hemlock eternal Hastening our untimely subsist Bonding the untrue heart, so that it may not eliminate another For what happens to one happens to the other Our empires refuse to slumber A place, full blown with great level force Striking stance and dancing, claming leather-bound journals We keep the month of January, close to our hearts As a reminder of winter quarters, fires warm and cabinets opened Like freewill savages, with legs crossed over the other We are barely hopeful enough to see Through air thick with foggy dreams Yet we pool by the hours while standing alone We lay great white stars against the sky Waiting for whatever the heavens might throw Where the strong urge the weak to open their eyes Bellowing, “Look out below!” Drawing every imaginable manner, for Jonathon apples Swaying them to tell their story A great syrupy tale, of goat trading times When disadvantages were circumstances And dates were lonesome pines Chill of morning, lay half filled with high puffy clouds We read by the fire, finishing our braids of now Finely woven “Midsummer Night’s Dreams” Distant relations…beautiful day catching fairies Where various possibilities, flourish our way Make a wish.. Lay down flat palms, patting smooth holiday dough Soft fluting crusts, gathering opulent circles We are the rose…the thorns, the soil Together pairing images, written on the porch of morning |
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Seymour Tabin Member Empyrean
since 1999-07-07
Posts 31720Tamarac Fla |
LeeJ, We are the rose…the thorns, the soil Together pairing images, written on the porch of morning Excellent,  Bye the way I already tried that recipe. LOL |
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Bonnie j Senior Member
since 2003-06-27
Posts 1588Ohio |
Hi Lee J. Guess I'll slip and slide over to your porch. After eating all those special cookies I can't see a thingah......... Hap frid to youth.heehee...hic-cup. cuse me. Loub Bon-Bon  |
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garysgirl  
since 2002-09-29
Posts 19237Florida, USA |
We are the rose…the thorns, the soil Together pairing images, written on the porch of morning A beautiful write, Lee. Thanks for sharing it with us. Happy holidays,  Ethel |
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Brad Majors
since 2001-04-03
Posts 2647Georgia |
Nicely done |
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Nightshade
since 2001-08-31
Posts 13962just out of reach |
Chill of morning, lay half filled with high puffy clouds We read by the fire, finishing our braids of now Finely woven “Midsummer Night’s Dreams” Distant relations…beautiful day catching fairies Just wonderful Lee. Enjoyed. Chris  "At the touch of love everyone becomes a poet." |
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Enchantress Member Empyrean
since 2001-08-14
Posts 35113Canada eh. |
"Finely woven “Midsummer Night’s Dreams” Distant relations…beautiful day catching fairies Where various possibilities, flourish our way Make a wish.. Lay down flat palms, patting smooth holiday dough Soft fluting crusts, gathering opulent circles We are the rose…the thorns, the soil Together pairing images, written on the porch of morning" This is beautiful Lee... I especially love the lines above. ~Smiles & Hugs, Nancy~ ~ Let peace begin with me... |
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NewEnglandlazurlu Member Rara Avis
since 2002-01-04
Posts 7470A Mountain Paradise |
I was drawn in my the title (although I would have read it no matter what as I really like the way you write) and was not disappointed. A wonderful and fascinating write. Hugs, Marti 'You cannot shake hands with a clenched fist.' |
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James_A_Fraser Senior Member
since 2003-09-03
Posts 972Out Making Anticlines |
Long and smooth and peaceful and good. Like rowing across a quiet lagoon. |
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