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Mabel A. Dilley
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0 posted 2001-06-17 09:52 AM









Night’s light struggles to illuminate patches
of early morning through those gray skies
that linger before pink dawn, and air breathes
softly through the throat of an evergreen.

This stillness will not break for another hour.
Birds are waking as sea gulls wing toward the beach. Pre-dawn chill clutches each bone of your body, and you wonder how much will you have to pay the black raven for some modicum of heat, of sun.

It’s then you remember the laughter of children:
those by-gone days sculpting the sand like Whelk and Black-faced Turbans. A starfish inches toward the sea. Soon people will come with their dogs and kites.

Perhaps you will not remain alone: Perhaps alone
is just a state of being far over-rated, and then again, perhaps not. You try to remember a softer time, but death seems inevitable, like walking an early morning beach just to hear the sound undulating through your body once more.

The rocks are sharp to the touch, cutting deeply
into your flesh - you watch the blood sting into the saline sea and sleep overtakes all of this destruction. You give thanks to the cosmos for it is done.


Graphics:Wind over Water
         Suzy Hart

"I am not now that which I have been."

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Marge Tindal
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1 posted 2001-06-17 10:16 AM


Julian~
There is such a lovely aura to this piece.
A seeming finality ... and yet~

Really a beautiful piece of writing.
~*Marge*~

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Seymour Tabin
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2 posted 2001-06-17 10:21 AM


Julian,
I agree with Marge, well done.

Mabel A. Dilley
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3 posted 2001-06-17 10:22 AM


Thank you dear Marge. My muse grows tired of gray mornings, so I've rebelled just for today.

"I am not now that which I have been."

Mabel A. Dilley
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4 posted 2001-06-17 10:31 AM


Thank you Seymour - have a blessed day.

"I am not now that which I have been."

VAS
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5 posted 2001-06-17 10:46 AM


My perception of what this is saying seems to be much different from what others have perceived.

Though it speaks of beautiful things, they are almost as if the speaker is enjoying them for the last time, and barely allowing himself that.  The last stanza sounds like a suicide at the hands of the ocean and rocks.  Am I the only one that sees that in this?  It seems so powerfully written to that intent.

Mabel A. Dilley
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6 posted 2001-06-17 10:55 AM


VAS: well read and right on. Glad I hit my mark. Thank you for reading. ~ Shalom

"I am not now that which I have been."

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7 posted 2001-06-18 01:24 PM


The rocks are sharp to the touch, cutting deeply
into your flesh - you watch the blood sting into the saline sea and sleep overtakes all of this destruction. You give thanks to the cosmos for it is done.


Very serene images, I loved the last verse.

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8 posted 2001-06-18 02:01 PM


Well done with foreboding and finality.  Tickle your muse into a better frame of mind  
Mabel A. Dilley
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9 posted 2001-06-18 02:49 PM


Brian and Interloper: thank you and my muse is a wench. Sometimes producing beauty, sometimes intrigue and yesterday a bit of dark ink. lol

"I am not now that which I have been."

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10 posted 2001-06-18 02:55 PM


Now you know I LOVE this one, love it!

~*~ Remember to tell someone today that you love them as tomorrow may never come ~*~

Mabel A. Dilley
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11 posted 2001-06-18 03:11 PM


Msteria: thank you. Written at 4:30 in the gray AM. Truly sunrise at the beach was wonderous, but my muse captured the dark side of the lava and granite.

"I am not now that which I have been."

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