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LeeJ Member Patricius
since 2003-06-19
Posts 13296
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Overlapping coral trees Accumulating interpretations Swaying to the ebb and flow Impotent aficionado Pinning the tale on a donkey Liquefying a shattered chest Sorry fields we plant? Composting draftiness What runs off aloofness? Splintered bones walking through earth Stroking crude remunerations Single-mindedly driving limos through The Fourth of July Discourse of half-way houses Hunger for family picnics Recalling small-town parades Dismantling rehabilitation Charcoal pencils filled with cob webs In the basement of Van Gogh Spelling expressionism wrong? Endangering the power of connection Creating a Fourth World fowl Stinking of rotted flesh and the afterbirth Of delusions returning to intelligence The pain of waking minds When lying comes to rest Grieving with fear, with secrets Under coats of black Transforming seers to meltdown Oh how we used to pair By the lake where the peepers sang On an old porch with a swing Dreaming bout the fortunes we owned Inside our childhood springs Where syrup runs Into plastic containers Pinned to rows of maple trees Somewhere down yonder A long time ago |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
Thank you for this, Lee... |
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Dark Stranger Member Patricius
since 2001-03-19
Posts 13631West Coast |
a row of whispers all dancing on a wire and you are their god very cool stuff ms lj |
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Larry C
since 2001-09-10
Posts 10286United States |
LeeJ, Indeed. And how interesting we were reading each other's poetry simultaneously! Thanks for this and have a great day.  If tears could build a stairway and memories a lane, I'd walk right up to heaven and bring you home again. |
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Earth Angel Member Empyrean
since 2002-08-27
Posts 40215Realms of Light |
Transforming seers to meltdown Oh how we used to pair "By the lake where the peepers sang On an old porch with a swing Dreaming bout the fortunes we owned Inside our childhood springs Where syrup runs Into plastic containers Pinned to rows of maple trees Somewhere down yonder A long time ago" ~ I hear you, poetess! Linda |
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DavePage Member Elite
since 2003-12-21
Posts 2917 |
Lee Your real deep talent is starting to come out I've always like your work yet needed to work on it to find meaning upon meaning with the complexity It is almost as if you have posted your colours on a pole and glorious colours they are Dave |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
you always make me think |
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inkedgoddess Member Rara Avis
since 2002-11-19
Posts 7392Ohio |
when the world was a sea of possiblity, looking back very pertinent today for me |
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Susan Member Ascendant
since 2004-03-27
Posts 5104walking the surreal |
Oh LeeJ - you know how close this is to my heart - you just say it so very well - I so admire your talent- Hugs - S Happiness isn't something that happens to you, it's created from within you. Joy is a state of mind. |
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