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Sunshine
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0 posted 2008-02-17 09:16 AM



They Push Me On

There is no reprieve from dreams,
it seems, no matter how late
I close my eyes, or how early
I might arise,
there is no pardon from thoughtful sighs
that come to me in these, my dreams.

They push me on, my family
with silent whispers, invisible smiles;
they gently beguile
my fantasies, these seams of my blood
and them of not so true blood,
people by whom this heart has mingled withal
and by such moments recall,
others who would simply name them
“acquaintance”, or perhaps even “friend”…
but to me, they are my family
and they push me on.

Not every night, no, there are moments
where waters flow, oft’times cerulean,
other times showing off a wide bottle green sheen
where shores ne’er are to be seen,
just liquid tenderness          all around,
allowing a calmness         between
those loving, pulsing pushes.

A final gentle shove becomes a gift of
bound reams of eggshell or beige blank pages
when pens roll up in the surf to my feet and
I laugh
with a twinkling thought, wondering where
my keyboards clicked off to,
on some adventure of their own.

In this early morn’s awakening,
I caress those thoughts
that harbored salty rippling shores
in this ever-minding head, having felt hard
the inner push from invisible hands,
those silent whispers of hard-worn hearts

and take my pen in hand.

It’s time.

© KRJ
2-16-08

© Copyright 2008 Karilea Rilling Jungel - All Rights Reserved
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1 posted 2008-02-17 10:07 AM


I have dreams constantly, some good and some bad.

I keep looking for the direction to let them push me in.

Last night I had a dream about opening a ministry and a church daycare. Hmmmm. I guess we'll see.

Beautiful poem and enlightening to me this morning.


Robert E. Jordan
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2 posted 2008-02-17 10:15 AM


Sunshine,

This is well written.  It's interesting to see how other people's thought patterns, such as yours, run.

I plan to read this again.

Bobby

TomMark
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3 posted 2008-02-17 10:22 AM


This is beautiful, my dear lady Sunshine. I read several times. I esp love

there is no pardon from thoughtful sighs
that come to me in these, my dreams.


Not every night, no, there are moments
where waters flow, oft’times cerulean,
other times showing off a wide bottle green sheen
where shores ne’er are to be seen,
just liquid tenderness          all around,
allowing a calmness         between
those loving, pulsing pushes.


I laugh
with a twinkling thought, wondering where
my keyboards clicked off to,
on some adventure of their own.


I learned a new word cerulean...

Thank you for sharing.
Have a nice Sunday!!!

Artic Wind
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4 posted 2008-02-17 12:11 PM


Dreaming an interesting thing in our lives.
Very cool how we can picture those places or things in our mind and somewhat being able to control it.

Dreaming is really fun I think....

Thank you for the read Sunshine!

ARCTIC WIND

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5 posted 2008-02-17 04:55 PM


most interesting and well written!

I am especially fond of:

"having felt...
the inner push from invisible hands,
those silent whispers of hard-worn hearts"

serious applause!!

Martie
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6 posted 2008-02-17 10:42 PM


Sissie....the dream world is another place, although not tangile, very real. A place where you can go far, without moving.  They can indeed be wonderful!  Your poem's imagery certainly was...especially here:

Not every night, no, there are moments
where waters flow, oft’times cerulean,
other times showing off a wide bottle green sheen
where shores ne’er are to be seen,
just liquid tenderness          all around,
allowing a calmness         between
those loving, pulsing pushes.

A final gentle shove becomes a gift of
bound reams of eggshell or beige blank pages
when pens roll up in the surf to my feet

Beautiful!
  

Kristabell
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7 posted 2008-02-18 11:38 AM


This is a fresh perspective. 'Tis time indeed. Lovely work here.

K

effjayel
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8 posted 2008-02-18 11:51 AM


Sunshine.this was so good & is going in my private library.....

John

SmartChick
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9 posted 2008-02-18 11:55 AM


Without dreams, what would we have?
poddarku
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10 posted 2008-02-18 12:36 PM


you are clear with your expressions..wonderful


Robert Frazier
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11 posted 2008-02-18 02:23 PM


a lovely, intimate insight into you, sweet Karilea...write on!

Always, Robert

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12 posted 2008-02-18 02:29 PM


"the inner push from invisible hands,
those silent whispers of hard-worn hearts

and take my pen in hand.

It’s time."



I understand this, poetess.

Love & Sun Light,

Linda



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13 posted 2008-02-18 05:07 PM


You made me smile.  This has a tenderness in it that's captivating.

Nan (Pilgrim variety)

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