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the Fifth Season
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the Fifth Season |
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ShadowRider Senior Member
since 2001-07-14
Posts 1038USA 
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the Fifth Season to even taste just a morsel of the live electrical wire Oh, I bit it hard enough to leave teethprints It was more sweltering than summer more fresh scented than any spring I couldn't taste the acrid ice of winter or exposed more by the brittleness of fall I was in the Fifth Season a small patch of sky to look forward to one that only insinuated itself on rare occasions when one was not watching the kettle boil a private interlude where only you are there and no amount of wishing wanting and hurry-up can make it either go away, or make sense the in-between, the middle between the mid, and the dull when reality was exchanged for some private Metropolis madness a day when Fritz Lang or Warhol made sense hours when clock batteries run out of current its hands clapping on the 13th hour in static applause It was not a good place to be: to instinctively know the value of X. There was not much left to do except pull the quilt over my head hoping that Autumn or Solstice would juxtapose itself between myself and the Fifth season and I waited . . . waited and waited [This message has been edited by ShadowRider (02-15-2002 11:21 PM).] |
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BluesSerenade Member Patricius
since 2001-10-23
Posts 10549By the Seaside |
hours when clock batteries run out of current its hands clapping on the 13th hour in static applause I love it even if I didn't understand it all. so what else is new?  Interesting collaboration of thoughts, especially the waiting for my favorite season. I need to chill out.....bad!! |
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ShadowRider Senior Member
since 2001-07-14
Posts 1038USA |
You ain't the only one, Sister, who needs some serious chill time! Had my doors blown off in reality a few times in the past weeks. Actually, LA, this was about that awkward time in living, when we are between what we WANT to feel, and what is happening to us. Like waiting for a season to take away the uneasiness. But also, there is some clarity in seeing things in a different light, even if its not comfortable. Hence: the Fifth Season. That state of being where we don't even know ourselves, or know what will happen next. Awww....i am so glad you read this, tho, and it made me smile! Hang in there, LA. Life is too good to be sad. All my best to you and soft thanks, tSR |
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Madame Chipmunk Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-05
Posts 8296Michigan |
 You need some time to just go fishing. I really adored this poem, SR....Having been through many fifth seasons, I know those moments well, and you have portrayed them brilliantly. a small patch of sky to look forward to one that only insinuated itself on rare occasions when one was not watching the kettle boil a private interlude where only you are there and no amount of wishing wanting and hurry-up can make it either go away, or make sense These are the special moments. copyright2002 Lyra Nesius |
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Victoria
since 2000-08-12
Posts 5869 |
i think we have all been in that season, the thin line of happy and sad...the thin line of hate and love...enjoyed jeff...nicely done...your poems always make me think and sometimes they give me a headache haa  ~Vic "Silence is a friend who |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
You walked the line between here and there very well...so well in fact, IWIHWT.... |
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Mistletoe Angel 
since 2000-12-17
Posts 32816Portland, Oregon |
 (big hugggsssssssss) Oh my gosh, I've had this kind of feeling before too, sometimes I feel I'm in no season at all but rather in my own private space betwixt each every other season! (sigh) We all love you so much, sweet friend, this is fabulous! You have such a beautiful heart, sweet friend, thank you for sharing!  May love and light always shine upon you! Love, Noah Eaton |
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