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Suffer Unto Me The Children Of Beltane's Fire

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icebox
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since 05-03-2003
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in the shadows


0 posted 04-05-2017 11:17 PM       View Profile for icebox   Email icebox   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to Submit your Poem to Passions  View IP for icebox




Here,
in early Spring
with apple green of life recalled
and budding fresh in trees,
I am gathering herbs and sacred woods
for drawing down a living fire,
when soon the Moon will be too bright for sleeping
I'm no longer fingering threads of time,
weaving spells of measures
bringing fevered legs that heat too easily
bearing throbbing charms to spread before my fire,
I find instead my self lingering
in peace my gardens' pathways bring
despite shadowed remembering,
for me,
outside this fortress' door
any warmth of sunshine's sting is fatal over time.  

I am a nighttime creature blest
with having lived life at its best
gifted with sharp memories in all the lessons,
tests and trials,
bequests inherited for my self
from almost countless lives I've lived before.

When I was young
I thought this knowing should be shared,
but with age,
finding no one really cared
beyond sharp gasp and sigh
the moment brings when soaring high the maiden sings
grasping yet to breathe in air of freedom waiting there
outside each garden door,
I learned it's best to hide stark meanings ‘tween the lines,
words clinging to themselves
like straw caught in tines of idle fork
propped by fence post aging dark in corner over there.


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P.U Stinkenbaum
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Watersking with Tidy-Bowl Man


1 posted 04-05-2017 11:54 PM       View Profile for P.U Stinkenbaum   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for P.U Stinkenbaum

quote:
"When I was young
I thought this knowing should be shared,
but with age,
finding no one really cared"
I was versed in the ways young perceived old and vice versa in my youth, so it came as no surprise now that I'm nearly 70.  


Pass the Glade if you're going to do that here...
BluesSerenade
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since 10-23-2001
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By the Seaside


2 posted 04-06-2017 01:23 PM       View Profile for BluesSerenade   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for BluesSerenade

The is so so much to love about your poem.  I felt tears in my eyes, and i nodded quietly to myself, yes I get it.  There is peace in knowing what we know, the good and the bad, the happy and the sad.  The path we walk is ours and therein are the memories we make.

Love your work and your wisdom, icebox...  
2islander2
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since 03-12-2008
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by the sea


3 posted 04-07-2017 06:44 PM       View Profile for 2islander2   Email 2islander2   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for 2islander2

wonderful, a philosophy brought by experiences and emotions, from the childhood to the fiels, this is only grace, thanks for sharing


yann
 
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