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icebox
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in the shadows

0 posted 2006-07-04 11:48 PM





In this flat steady rain of early morning,
the pains of memory are dull and unyielding
early draining on the daily plane,
freed temporarily
from the dry cracking sun of reason
in a season desolate,
damp with dreams,
hard pressed surface washed,
barely pitted
by scattered drops of imagery
falling through the mistrial winds that stir my soul;
so many years since I learned to love without intent,
choice left far behind wrapped in awareness’ cloak
to ward off fear on tangled trails of self content,
love can exist in reagent form
so pure that to exist at all means it must be sealed,
kept from contact
in a world that would consume it
with no more thought than yeast making bubbles in my beer.

I love without purpose,
without need,
it is wholly mine
without want yet unwanted,
the quiet voice tossed to the mists,
a monologue in memory of futures lost
drifting at the edge of sound,
where words are carried off
as prisoners of the wind
one day to fall forgotten
having lost all cognate form
like these rains
in soft breeze
calling me to wander
without choice,
without choice.

©2005 by icebox
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passing shadows
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1 posted 2006-07-04 11:52 PM


your titles always catch me
the poems always hold me

Midnitesun
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Gaia
2 posted 2006-07-05 12:11 PM


"I love without purpose,
without need,"

from the heart
without limits

iliana
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3 posted 2006-07-05 02:08 AM


"so pure that to exist at all means it must be sealed,
kept from contact
in a world that would consume it
with no more thought than yeast making bubbles in my beer."

"where words are carried off
as prisoners of the wind
one day to fall forgotten
having lost all cognate form
like these rains
in soft breeze
calling me to wander"

Some of my favorite lines....but Mr. C, this is such an awesome piece....I think a little bit of "consumption" of this brings more light into the world.  Kind of like that dewdrop on the celestial flower, so to speak...*wink*  *smile* ...jo

jellybeans
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4 posted 2006-07-05 02:37 PM


*long deep sigh*
I have not only lived this.....it breathes my breath....

The Lady
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5 posted 2006-07-05 11:18 PM




This brings me to silence...


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