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Surfing Starlight
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Surfing Starlight |
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ThisDiamond Member Rara Avis
since 2002-02-22
Posts 9353Michigan, USA |
Surfing Starlight Romance makes its ruffle at my hem Flicker, fusion, firelight In tones of softness, linger here again Upon these waves of gratitude Toss back my head to look up in my youth Captivated by the happiness of my truth Modeled by oak and whipped cream frosting Watching, the night sky gleam in pictionary play When first you bend this way, wanting sky And my lips trace the outline of heaven Probing your mouth for the starlight Affection should be this bright Made to hear the surf, as the sun is born Pulsing, pressing, passion Tell me now, of ancient knowing, And the age of full consent Copyright Kkh 1/11/08 |
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SmartChick Member Rara Avis
since 2001-09-23
Posts 7081On A Journey To The Unknown |
Kathleen, you sure have a way with words. Beautiful! |
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Honeybunch Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-29
Posts 7115South Africa |
Mmm! Like this one too! |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
In tones of softness, linger here again Upon these waves of gratitude Toss back my head to look up in my youth Captivated by the happiness of my truth Wonderful write, you never fail to amaze me. love Margherita |
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inkedgoddess Member Rara Avis
since 2002-11-19
Posts 7392Ohio |
your sea and sky fusions/visions make me bask in wide eyed awe and wonder again |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
I really enjoyed this read! |
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Jaime Fradera Senior Member
since 2000-11-25
Posts 843Where no tyranny is tolerable |
Attach this to thread. TD, did you know that Kacy Midnitesun even before we met in person, she gave me the nickname Starlight? Don't ask me why ... there you go again. I don't quite understand all the metaphors, but this resonates with me in a deep and elemental way and makes me respond and desire in a way I can not really articulate. When our Writers Division met some few years ago, at which meeting some of us read, a sighted attendee questioned how blind writers could write with such richness. It was pointed out to the person that we all share use of the same language with all its metaphors, the same gift of imagination, and the same ability, if cultivated, to paint pictures with words. This piece lets me see things with the eyesight I will never have, and recalls a time when I was little on the beach before illness took my hearing, when I COULD hear music and the thunderous crashing of breaking surf, and the sound of crickets. And it causes me to feel the tidal flush of desire. and It tells me another shares my yearning and my longing, and, again, make me hopeful someone could love and want to be a part be a part of me ... I hope you know I am trying to flatter you. I hope you know this is from deep within a grateful heart. You understand ... Thank you, Kath, and thank you in advance for all the wonderful stuff you have that I have yet to read. You are telling me I will not be alone at dinner tonight! Warmest ones cuz it is going to be bitterly cold tonight. Jaime |
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Jaime Fradera Senior Member
since 2000-11-25
Posts 843Where no tyranny is tolerable |
O no I made a mistake. the line that says: I am trying to flatter you should have been: I hope you know I am not trying to flatter you. It is from the heart. Gotta go. |
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