British Columbia, Canada
A home without a wall, lifts barriers caging truth.
Honesty, inspires poetry here.
We are safe to share vulnerabilities.
Sensitivities are shared, hearts heal those breaking.
Bared souls in tender offering feast on thoughts here for the taking ...
Giving, each in our own way, comforts, somewhere, every day.
Heart songs are served on plates of blue,
Poems are posted, and spirits are fed.
Dessert is a light mound of memories,
Archived words piled high for a discriminating palate.
Each and every word brings more
Between these lines of distant shore.
Easy, it is, to find passions safe-harbor,
Where sea-bird poets gather, seeking shelter
But climb the mountains, seek all heights,
Sun, moon, stars, shine on poets so bright.
Thalia, Calliope, Erato, and Melopmene. shine celestial
Beams from the sky; lighting the minds of passion poets
Who have made their Internet home a new Delphi.
Inviting one to explore the depths of the vast heavens of blue
Sailing through word galaxies of thought and exploration.
Near, you will find poets who have taken the baton,
carrying it on, running the same track as
Bukowski and Frost, Sexton, Wordsworth, Shakespeare,
Blake, who have retired from the race.
Earmarked classical poetry once read, and kept in a heart
through metamorphosis becomes one's own.
Poems are but someone else's thoughts once read, scrambled and shakin,
An alphabet of feelings spilled making words that can shape any soul.
Ice, please feel free to add as many lines as you wish and are inspired to do so. I myself am keeping this in a day journal as an example of the true heartfelt feelings that can pour from these pages in blue through people's words. I am keeping it as you can see in word intact.
[This message has been edited by Mysteria (01-13-2005 03:00 PM).]