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Writing the Tides
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Writing the Tides |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738
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At times my dreams are poetry, and I linger in my sleep. The words I write are poor describe-- they paint the stranger things I've seen. What appears to be a mystery is nothing less than puzzle piece-- revelation's scrolling saw-- myself reflected back at me. I do not write deliberately to confound the mind-- it's just the only way I know to show you all the things I find. There is no method to my madness-- my pen is just a whirling top. My poetry's a vain attempt to make tornado stop. By white of page, and black of ink, I write to calm the sea of mind. Waves of thought that eat at beach-- a memory kept, but left behind. |
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peppermint35 Senior Member
since 2000-05-28
Posts 1106Texas, USA |
Karen, you just said a mouthful!!!  This makes so perfect sense to me ... Hugz, Pepper |
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Mistletoe Angel 
since 2000-12-17
Posts 32816Portland, Oregon |
 (big hugggsssssss) Ooohhhhhh...I know just how you feel, sweet friend, many times I have all these thoughts and I feel they will be shipwrecked if I don't write them out, then once I do I find relief and peace within! (kiss on cheek) Sooooooo wonderfully said, sweet friend, your words are always so wonderful, we all love you so much! You have such a beautiful heart, sweet Karen, thank you for sharing!   May love and light always shine upon you! Love, Noah Eaton |
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Startime Member Ascendant
since 2000-10-03
Posts 5918Canada |
Oh gosh...do I ever know this feeling...Keep writing for you weave magic for the eyes to see. **big hugs** Love I leave with you whether it is in your life now or yet the essense of your dreams. |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
What appears to be a mystery is nothing less than puzzle piece-- revelation's scrolling saw-- myself reflected back at me. I do not write deliberately to confound the mind-- it's just the only way I know to show you all the things I find. =================================== By white of page, and black of ink, I write to calm the sea of mind. Waves of thought that eat at beach-- a memory kept, but left behind ==================================== "Build a mystery" baby ... be a "wonder" ... I'm just grateful for the gift of walking on your beaches of understand ... and? being baptized in your rhyme water.  lol You speak to me in riddles and you speak to me in rhymes. |
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heather_kitn Member
since 2001-12-07
Posts 61In The Kokapelli's Song |
This was wonderfully insightful. Well penned! I do not seek...I find! |
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brianbeaudry Member
since 2001-07-20
Posts 410Northern Ontario Canada |
I write to calm the sea of mind. Waves of thought that eat at beach-- a memory kept, but left behind. I love the metaphors you use in this piece...wonderful read!!!! |
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Poet deVine
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-05-26
Posts 22612Hurricane Alley |
Ah! A bit different cadence to this song. But I really liked it..and yes..I know from where you speaketh.  |
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Mysteria
since 2001-03-07
Posts 18328British Columbia, Canada |
it's just the only way I know to show you all the things I find. and you do it well ~* Carpe' Diem *~ |
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Auguste
since 2000-02-16
Posts 3953By the sea |
"There is no method to my madness-- my pen is just a whirling top. My poetry's a vain attempt to make tornado stop. By white of page, and black of ink, I write to calm the sea of mind. Waves of thought that eat at beach-- a memory kept, but left behind." I understand this very well, my friend. Writing has always been like therapy for me, a way to ease my mind. You ease your own very well in the words you gift us with. Thank you. Michael |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
It's a lovely feeling being understood...I thank you all for tolerating my moody musings... |
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