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My Task |
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James_A_Fraser Senior Member
since 2003-09-03
Posts 972Out Making Anticlines |
Everyone is lazy by some definition. Some people are too lazy to look at their own spirits, and do the labor of expressing the revelations that come to them. They dust shelves to keep from doing any real work….. my task is to lift and separate; sounds like a happy gig but it isn't about joy: lift you where I can and let the other go, separate the dulling ache from happiness, give what there is while there is, drop the rest, even the part that clings to me. lifting myself oh yes that is the worst of it and I don’t do it well; separate my spirit from the flowdown as it drags me under, cheer anyway, smile, wet-eyed, then make it real. I am not the instrument, I may lift it but I cannot play; play anyway, knowing my life depends on the melody I bring you today and today and today, separating resonance from resonation in the undertones, to hold them all at bay. my task is to lift and separate, sapiate and angle the sape for a smooth take-off; never mind the landing, that comes later, alone and without so much as the sonorous spool-down of an engine. |
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James_A_Fraser Senior Member
since 2003-09-03
Posts 972Out Making Anticlines |
One thing I should explain, since the words uncommon in all its uses. Sape is the shape of a hull, that allows it to rise up and plane. It's most often used about seaplane pontoons. It’s also the name of an instrument that looks and sounds a lot like a dulcimer. Sapiate is think, of course; or maybe it’s “be a sape” or "have a sape"~~or "play the sape"..... |
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Marge Tindal 
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
Jaime~  'give what there is while there is' In giving the lift ... one also receives it~ Thanking you this day~  I so enjoyed this word-stretch of you~ *Huglets*  ~*Marge*~ ~*The sound of a kiss is not as strong as that of a cannon, but it's echo endures much longer*~ |
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Martie
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
Jamie!! It is so good to see you posting!! I see a deep and loving uplifting of someone who is having trouble staying on an even keel. A giving, that isn't easy, but special. A wonderfully right write!! |
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Earth Angel Member Empyrean
since 2002-08-27
Posts 40215Realms of Light |
James, you did a Wonder-ful job of lifting and separating, Dear Bra! er, Bro! lol Linda |
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miscellanea Member Elite
since 2004-06-24
Posts 4060OH |
Nice to read you again, James. You sound like a true life hero, risking sacrifice of what you love most. My experience of those who sacrifice: one can't help but appreciate and love them more. Love the way you layered this with dual definitions. You are an amazingly gifted poet so in tune with emotions,who is so able to grip the heart of your readers. I hear my library calling! miscellanea |
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suthern
since 1999-07-29
Posts 20723Louisiana |
It is true measure of a man... or a human being, for that matter... to know the cost an action will exact... and willingly pay that price so that another might live better... without presenting a bill... or even a promise for reciprocation. I hope that reciprocation is offered wholeheartedly, my friend.... and that your lifting doesn't exhaust the resources you need for yourself... This world needs more men like you. *S* This is beautifully touching... may your tasks be soon lighter. *S* |
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Constance Member
since 2001-07-28
Posts 393Ohio |
All the above, and more James! This is a wonderful poem, full of honestly wrung words of self. Bravo! smiles, Constance |
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The Lady Member Rara Avis
since 2005-12-26
Posts 7634The Southwest |
Magnificent. |
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Huan Yi Member Ascendant
since 2004-10-12
Posts 6688Waukegan |
Wake up, Day calls you Wake up, Day calls you to your life: your duty. And to live, nothing more. Root it out of the glum night and the darkness that covered your body for which light waited on tiptoe in the dawn. Stand up, affirm the straight simple will to be a pure slender virgin. Test your body’s metal. Cold, heat? Your blood will tell against the snow, or behind the window. The colour in your cheeks will tell. And look at people. Rest doing no more than adding your perfection to another day. Your task is to carry your life high, and play with it, hurl it like a voice to the clouds so it may retrieve the light already gone from us. That is your fate: to live. Do nothing. Your work is you, nothing more. Pedro Salinas |
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Klassy Lassy Member Elite
since 2005-06-28
Posts 2187Oregon |
"lifing myself...I AM...my task" I love the spirit of this, and though it is not always about joy, but giving, I wish you joy of soaring. This poem certainly does! Karen |
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