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Seaangel
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since 07-27-99
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Auckland, New Zealand


0 posted 12-18-1999 05:47 PM       View Profile for Seaangel   Email Seaangel   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to Submit your Poem to Passions  View IP for Seaangel

streams of leaves
run down my face;

she hesitates,
casts a line into the river;

things move past me
with a never-ending
consciousness of pattern;
dappling air twists sound
into dabs of colour;

she lowers her head
& draws a finger along the paper;

I am the bird
skimming trees & streetlights;
I am the insect crawling
over these words;
I am the plump body,
lowered onto the grass;
I am the damp promise
of rain on the horizon,
glimpsed through stylish
bushes & hardy petals;
I am the wind,
fermenting rebellion
from upstart constructions;
I am the wary face,
angled to judge
with no provided evidence;

she hesitates,
looks away from the river;

I am this square of
blue & white meanings;
I am this pressure of grass leaves
against book & body;
I am this contraction of earth;
I am this squeeze
of muscles uphill;
I am this face, opened
to the wind;
I am this moment,
alive & constant;

she twirls in secret passages
of her brain;

I am a mind,
it's rivers and motions
of being;
I am a sound of a thought;
I am a flight of idea,
dipped in the stream
of now;
I am a grasp of all times
& all places;
I am an ignorance of nations;
I am a taste untaught
by books;
I am all senses at the point
of reaching the brain;

she yawns,
presses head to grass;

I am the wind, swirling branches
of trees;
I am the plump body,
lowered to the grass;
I am this mind,
curled up & afraid;

she closes her eyes firmly;

I am a moment,
eternally waiting.


[This message has been edited by Seaangel (edited 12-19-1999).]
© Copyright 1999 Angela King - All Rights Reserved
Denise
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1 posted 12-18-1999 05:56 PM       View Profile for Denise   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Denise

This is lovely and entertaining! I love this style! Very creative, too!

 Denise


sandgrain
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since 09-21-1999
Posts 3657
Sycamore, IL, USA


2 posted 12-18-1999 06:10 PM       View Profile for sandgrain   Email sandgrain   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for sandgrain

Very interesting....I like the moment of eternity ending, too.
Seymour Tabin
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since 07-07-99
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3 posted 12-18-1999 06:41 PM       View Profile for Seymour Tabin   Email Seymour Tabin   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Seymour Tabin

Seaangel,
Interesting style, enjoyed the read.
Imari
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since 12-19-1999
Posts 5
Toronto, ON, Canada


4 posted 12-19-1999 04:30 PM       View Profile for Imari   Email Imari   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit Imari's Home Page   View IP for Imari

This was a sweetly melodic voyage.  Thank you.
caroline
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5 posted 12-19-1999 04:55 PM       View Profile for caroline   Email caroline   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for caroline

A wonderfully creative piece here, Sea...It is absolutely fabulous!    Love the format, and the last two lines are the bow on the package!

 It's not the love you fear, but the fall from the height~Edwin McCain


Elizabeth Santos
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since 11-08-1999
Posts 9405
Pennsylvania


6 posted 12-19-1999 06:38 PM       View Profile for Elizabeth Santos   Email Elizabeth Santos   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Elizabeth Santos

Seaangel,
That is a beautiful thought, isn't it
"The moment"
As Paul Verlaine says, The exquisite moment"
That's how I live
I loved this poem
It is exquisite
Liz
mirjam
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since 11-24-1999
Posts 248
Auckland, New Zealand


7 posted 12-28-1999 03:07 AM       View Profile for mirjam   Email mirjam   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for mirjam

seaangel my love of your style i cannot capture in words, even wow doesn't quite cut it but WOW!  I love your metaphors, i love your format, i loved this poem!  Have you heard about the creative writing paper yet???
If they don't accept you they're missing out big time.  
 
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