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Sidewalk Gray to Sand
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Sidewalk Gray to Sand |
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Christopher
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Member Rara Avis
since 1999-08-02
Posts 8296Purgatorial Incarceration 
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©2000 Christopher Ward as if : the green-swathed mountain curves were not enough, -how much beauty can I grasp in one day and not be tainted by it’s false pretenses? still, she had to frame herself , locked inside a sunlit corona of exuberance, picture-twirling a seductive whirling - all while whispering ‘sidewalk gray to sand.’ and though winter’s wind breathed chatter-chill, she raced euphoria and beat it to the western shores of Here, caressing the beach with naked feet… toes curling, hair blowing, wisping, floating her to water’s womb. one to the other, melding flesh and sea, hope and lips, with the crumbled stone of dirt and pain, loss and… tears? so I sat: the stone, the rock, the Adonis. knees to chin and dripping nose to sky, I bowed at her feet from atop the crenellated back of the dunes commiserating with me in the third row. I, always so fluidly defiant of the sea, was still taken with this liquid-nymph, seduced by the chains she drug behind her like steel locks of hair. they crackle across the beach, promising, threatening the cessation of freedom’s breeze. but I shrug and say ‘ah hell, I don’t care...’ all I wish is to graze my feet in her path, to trod Amazing step-for-step, following, following, following. *laugh* but she won’t see it or feel me there anyway, (is that why I feel like some misguided psychopathic cradle-robber, stalking her touch with a wish-I-were-real-and-not-some-ineffectual-rerun-of-a-one-week-jump-at-the-truth grin on my face?) but never mind that… somehow I’ll find the time to shine a lighthouse beacon through my eyes on a schooner’s course to her decisiveness. then she can believe… maybe, I hope. oh look - spectres in the salty mist have joined her chorus, their melodic hums melding a roar of acceptance with the chanting karmic peace. so smoothly it blinds the wind, echoing empty canyons which mirror me, reflect the void churning my soul in spiteful black and whites. and still I ache to blend my voice, to herald little sister to the coming of her age… of joy. to witness with my lungs this beauty I ache to taste – saline and sunshine dreams come forth to play. but voiceless, useless, I charm my eyes with her form and kiss her laughter with my thoughts and prayers, all from a distance - seemingly nonexistent up here a few lonely feet away . and in my hands – oh if she could only feel the goddess I taste atop her peaks and smell the fear I breathe each time thoughts see her leaving – turned to grace each time she stays… and questions. raze me blue with repetition, challenge a simple blink into obscure rationales of someone else’s mannerisms and failings, when I have enough of my own. ‘ask me again’ I scream so softly she can’t hear. ‘what?’ she whispers – a tumultuous crest of emotional baggage. pounce! if she could climb any closer into my skin, we wouldn’t be separate viewpoints. aren’t anyway. not really. this morphing from pain to love scares us still – jousting smiles with frowns of hesitant glances bent around a corner of previosity. so we make up words and chew the crust of chatter, pretending that time is all it takes… time to know, to wait. no – time is only for justification. we know. you know. I know. and yeah, time to hear. but hey – there’s no fear, right? because no matter what you say, I understand. |
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Elizabeth Cor Senior Member
since 2000-10-13
Posts 879Over the river and through the woods |
I cannot give you any words for this… you heard the tears as I read. |
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Nicole Senior Member
since 1999-06-23
Posts 1835Florida |
I hate to spoil this, with a reply of my own - I almost feel like I'm poking in upon a private conversation...but I've never had tact, anyway  See tard, dreams do come true. How's the weather on the island?  |
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Sven
since 1999-11-23
Posts 14937East Lansing, MI USA |
And it's in that understanding that we find what we've been seeking. . . This is the best thing that I've ever seen from you. . . yes, ever. . . ---------------------------------------------------------- That which gives light must endure burning --Victor Frankl |
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Poet deVine
Administrator
Member Seraphic
since 1999-05-26
Posts 22612Hurricane Alley |
As promised by a wise old woman in the desert. At long last love. |
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Sunshine
Administrator
Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
When you return, you bring Passion... Karilea If I whisper, will you listen?... I would rather be silent and write, than speak loudly and be bound. KRJ |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
all while whispering ‘sidewalk gray to sand.’ and though winter’s wind breathed chatter-chill, she raced euphoria and beat it to the western shores of Here, caressing the beach with naked feet… toes curling, hair blowing, wisping, floating her to water’s womb. one to the other, melding flesh and sea, hope and lips, with the crumbled stone of dirt and pain, loss and… tears? ================== and in my hands – oh if she could only feel the goddess I taste atop her peaks and smell the fear I breathe each time thoughts see her leaving – turned to grace each time she stays… and questions. raze me blue with repetition, challenge a simple blink into obscure rationales of someone else’s mannerisms and failings, when I have enough of my own. ‘ask me again’ I scream so softly she can’t hear. ‘what?’ she whispers – a tumultuous crest of emotional baggage. pounce! if she could climb any closer into my skin, we wouldn’t be separate viewpoints. aren’t anyway. not really. this morphing from pain to love scares us still – jousting smiles with frowns of hesitant glances bent around a corner of previosity. so we make up words and chew the crust of chatter, pretending that time is all it takes… time to know, to wait. no – time is only for justification. we know. you know. I know. and yeah, time to hear. but hey – there’s no fear, right? because no matter what you say, I understand. ==================== I can only reply to this the same way I did to the poem that evoked this one ... for like that one did ... this one too takes my words and breath away.... so again I say DAMN!!!!!! and yes...you will understand. very cool ... (both poems) later Adonis gator jm Some people find subtlety in strangers if you find anything~let me in Your eyes~you see everything my eyes~I see it all together now~and I know |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
Chris..."ask me again..." grin...but actually? No need.... Love to all. SMOOCHES...and ENORMOUS...hugs? |
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Christopher
Moderator
Member Rara Avis
since 1999-08-02
Posts 8296Purgatorial Incarceration |
Thank you all for your responses and appreciation - I feel as if my words fall far short of what I truly think and feel. Ms. Cor - Thank you - I told you I wanted your tears as well, thank you for eveerything you are and everything you give me. I love you pot. Chris |
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Gemini Senior Member
since 1999-12-15
Posts 1203Wisconsin, USA |
Christopher-I have been moved by yet another one of your writes. This is lovely. Hugs. |
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Rosebud1229 Senior Member
since 2000-04-05
Posts 1813North Carolina |
I absolutely loved it Christopher, this goes in my library, a true masterpiece. Magical, makes you want more and more. Thank you for this. |
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Irie Senior Member
since 1999-12-01
Posts 1493Washington State |
Best piece I've read of yours yet. Why, because it's awesome for one...... and two....you're happy! Big hugs to you.... ~*Smiling upon your new found happiness*~ ~Sheri "The things that come to those that wait may be the things left by those who got there first" |
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Irish Rose Member Patricius
since 2000-04-06
Posts 10263 |
whatever you're doing keep doing it, this is fine.... "If you live to be a hundred, I want to live to be a hundred minus one day, so I never have to live without you." Winnie the Pooh |
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brian madden Member Elite
since 2000-05-06
Posts 4374ireland |
PHEW... ok give me a few hours to re catch my breath... I have only given this poem one quick reading and truthfully it is not enough, but from first read I am amazed... damn you for making it look so easy. Going to explore this one in more detail when I get a chance. "an afixiation a fix on anything the line of life the limb of a tree the hands of he and the promise that s/he is blessed among women". Patti Smith |
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catalinamoon
since 2000-06-03
Posts 9543The Shores of Alone |
Oh wow, Christopher, I am impressed beyond finding the right words to explain. Just WOW Sandra Dream as if you'll live forever; Live as if you'll die today. — James Dean |
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Ramses Junior Member
since 2000-12-14
Posts 40Porsgrunn, Telemark, Norway |
Christopher... I`m new here and started to read a little of the poets...just wanted to say that you are great...Quite a poet I think. -Ramses- |
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Christopher
Moderator
Member Rara Avis
since 1999-08-02
Posts 8296Purgatorial Incarceration |
ms. cor - a gentle kiss upon your cheek again.  nic - you couldn't mess anything up! you've been one of my biggest encouragements... though only god knows why you bother! sven - thank you sharon - first, she's not that old - second, she is very wise... and she was right, though she cut it pretty close, by a score or so of days! kari - i like to think i take it where ever go - you too carry it with you. Thanks lady janet - you never cease to amaze - the attention you pay to detail is awesome and i'm really glad i didn't disappoint you, since you read the other first! hugs karen - smooches back, and yes, ENORMOUS... hugs too. gemini - thank you for your time and appreciation, as well as indicating you've liked some of my other stuff! rosebud - magical is exactly how it feels! thank you! sheri - much appreciation lady for your friendship! thank you for reading! kathleen - as if anything in my life were that constant - but i'll try to make the effort! thanks for your reply brian - you always make me feel humbled whenever you reply! thank you for such an emphatic personality m'friend! sandra - i know exactly how you feel - it's odd when a writer can't pen what they really feel! ramses - welcome to passions and thank you for picking up my piece to comment on! again, thank you all for your time, appreciation and patience. chris |
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