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Woven Dreams and Sand Paintings

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icebox
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since 05-03-2003
Posts 4335
in the shadows


0 posted 01-17-2017 01:59 PM       View Profile for icebox   Email icebox   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to Submit your Poem to Passions  View IP for icebox




Bring me your ocean dreams
with moonlight's road
paved in waves and timeless sand,
pathways to some other world.

When storms ride hard
to keep Valkyries' pace,
night becomes a home;
sand holds the key,
there is no mystery
in water or in heat,
winds rush
before the building storms.

Send me your Pacific thoughts
of freedom's gentle kiss
that I may wrap them
as a shell
around me in the wind.

I remember roads to Arizona,
map of air
blistered, then blustered,
eating skin with red rock's grit.

Sweat salt encrusted shirts,
broken axle roads,
paths of ancient prayer draw me
to Chaco memories;
sand holds the key
in power paintings
gently poured in song,
then blown away
before the endless storms.

Today I stare
into buildings' blasted ruins  
laid out in patterns
matching Sun and Moon so simplistically
it seems as if
they are broken dreams of my own childhood,
left behind for me to fix
when time returns to clarity;
I know exactly
where doors and missing walls belong.
Sand holds the key.
I can see the dances that brought clouds to life
just as I see you stand before me,
though transparent without shadows,
reaching for my hand.
Yes, sand holds the key.

Here air is clear,
the way is filled with layers
taken again and again by time,
dropped like separate footprints
that have walked across the sky.
Sand holds the key,
making fluid real and keenly
woven in moan of wind that takes it,
we become travelers' touch.

And underneath a flowing sky,
hum of old words
leaking into every sunset,
whispering to snow
along ridges
on mountains of the gods,
sand holds the key
unmoved life struggles free
in valley cauldrons far below.
Only time holds the sea
still memories dissolved in fluid folds,
while sand holds the key
blown in waves from you to me,
wedged into time no sandstone lasts
against a current's conduit of silt and slide
alive from winter's storm and rage,
trudged on feet across the pass,
taking without thought
dreams of bones,
broken buildings like twigs
tossed and no longer home.

Where then is the path of time,
of  moon across the sea,
sailing on in fluid memory?
Sand holds the key.
Soul's reality,
crystal sparks as leaping stones,
as thoughts flow through the world
and shimmer back from you to me.

And to what purpose blown about?
Flowing in and out through spinning loops,
until in time within fires of lives rebuilt
we draw essential sustenance
simmered in emotion's broth,
grit of our existence relaxed
and no longer left to chance.
Sand holds the key
unlocking every boundary,
releasing burdens we've acquired over time,
until in thoughts and dreams
our energies are at last unleashed
as souls linked and intertwined,
and free to dance.

I remember roads to Arizona,
now fastened to my maps in different ways,
as if caught and tangled tumbleweeds
straining to escape at last blown free
from chain link and barbed wire
laced across their destiny;
to get there through doors of time,
after sailing moonlight's highways in the sea,
it has always been sand that holds the key.

©2017 by icebox



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BluesSerenade
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since 10-23-2001
Posts 10418
By the Seaside


1 posted 01-17-2017 02:37 PM       View Profile for BluesSerenade   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for BluesSerenade

Oh my, this is such a beautiful piece of poetry.  I don't know your inspiration but I felt a sense of going home. And how the landscape of our life changes over time and yet so much remains the same. The view from your minds eye is both rugged and breathtaking.  The sand and sea are a gentle force that keeps a timely rhythm. You've stirred my poetic heart in the best way.  

Truly my pleasure to read...
JerryPat2
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since 02-06-2011
Posts 15486
South Louisiana


2 posted 01-17-2017 02:50 PM       View Profile for JerryPat2   Email JerryPat2   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit JerryPat2's Home Page   View IP for JerryPat2

Ah, Icebox, you delved into your sometimes heartbreaking past, mixed with your undying thoughts of peace and the moon’s voyage above us. I relate to much of this, but when I write mine I am never as easy with the flow of the poem as are you. You are a master of sweet thoughts interspaced with “red rock's grit.” I thoroughly enjoyed this write.

~ If they give you ruled paper, write sideways. ~

icebox
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since 05-03-2003
Posts 4335
in the shadows


3 posted 01-17-2017 08:29 PM       View Profile for icebox   Email icebox   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for icebox

Thank you both for the kind gift of your time.

This is an evolved piece grown over many years.

Much of the thought of it I owe to Martie.
OwlSA
Member Rara Avis
since 11-07-2005
Posts 8998
Durban, South Africa


4 posted 01-21-2017 10:41 AM       View Profile for OwlSA   Email OwlSA   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for OwlSA

Very, very beautiful, Charlie - the sands of time, long since escaped from a million hour glasses to blow wild and free wherever it will to create its own sand paintings and opening itself up to be interpreted into words of wonder as you have done here.  You are a wordsmith and a painter of dreams and sand paintings as none other.  I am so glad you birthed all of this and shared your interpretation with us.  I am sorry for your pain and happy for your joy.
 
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