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One Wave at a Time |
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RSWells Member Elite
since 2001-06-17
Posts 2533
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Life's a bare canvas, it's theme love. The artist's always encouraged to be true. Lodged between eye and hand, ear and voice is experience and psyche. Successful passage for art's freedom requires open minds, calm composure. My last lover heard cubes and swirls, painted by moonlight always destroying by dawn, before completion, untrusting of her eye, steadiness of hand, perfection of finished statement, perhaps criticism of it. She doubtless moves on possibly satisfied. I hear tornados, watch hurricanes part noctilucent clouds where as a trembling sinner am frozen in the lightning eyes of God and await the thunder of His reaching hand. I face winter and need time between works. My stomach no longer winches like the taut yank of a lawnmower at sightings of beige 4 Runners, nor do quick invisible hands shortstop breath as I walk past sushi bars, lips drawn no thinner, eyes not dive to the sidewalks. I can see ads for high count sheets, view surrealistic paintings, lately the notion of dancing close tenders a subtle, slender advance against barely perceptible recessions as waves return moisture to desiccated shores. I may someday light another candle. Don't know what will happen in the slim chance I hear Gillian Welch's music or meet another woman with her name. "Happy people have no history" - French Proverb |
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Cpat Hair
since 2001-06-05
Posts 11793 |
moving... and extremely well done... took me places... perhaps gave me a bit better perspective on some things..thanks... |
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Pilgrimage Member Elite
since 2001-12-04
Posts 3945Texas, USA |
What a beautiful rendition of the end of love. I like this one. Nan (Pilgrim variety) |
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Duncan Member Ascendant
since 2001-08-07
Posts 5455 |
I can see ads for high count sheets, view surrealistic paintings, lately the notion of dancing close tenders a subtle, slender advance against barely perceptible recessions as waves return moisture to desiccated shores. I may someday light another candle. Somedays, it seems like everything I read, I relate to as I did this. Damn. |
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Enchantress Member Empyrean
since 2001-08-14
Posts 35113Canada eh. |
"or meet another woman with her name." Very moving write Mr. Wells... Perhaps it is only the ending of a beginning? Well done! ~Hugs~ ~Let your heart guide you... |
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nakdthoughts Member Laureate
since 2000-10-29
Posts 19200Between the Lines |
hmmmmmm you captured my curiousity in looking up Gillian Welch and listening to a portion of her music... |
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Mistletoe Angel 
since 2000-12-17
Posts 32816Portland, Oregon |
 Wow!!! Oh Richard, I too was curious of some of the allusions you used in this poem and had to look them up and only made me even more impressed with this excellent poignant expression of calling it quits! (big hugggssssss) This is remarkable, sweet friend, your versatile talent is always a delight to read, we all love you so much! You have such a beautiful heart, sweet Richard, thank you for sharing!  May love and light always shine upon you! Love, Noah Eaton "Underneath your clothes there's an endless story..." |
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Sandpiper Senior Member
since 2002-06-15
Posts 738land of flora and fauna |
"dancing close tenders"--I love this phrase, so soft somehow--you've said this as beautifully and as honestly as it could be said. |
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Robert Adamson Member
since 2002-10-21
Posts 328PA/USA |
I got into this and found it refreshing. Thank you. etoodog |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
My stomach no longer winches like the taut yank of a lawnmower at sightings of beige 4 Runners, nor do quick invisible hands shortstop breath as I walk past sushi bars, lips drawn no thinner, eyes not dive to the sidewalks. I can see ads for high count sheets, view surrealistic paintings, lately the notion of dancing close tenders a subtle, slender advance against barely perceptible recessions as waves return moisture to desiccated shores. I may someday light another candle. ======================================== (may light another candle?) me thinks you answered your own question with these lines: Life's a bare canvas, it's theme love. The artist's always encouraged to be true. I couldnt possibly say it any better than the artist who penned it.  No one has ever shown me how to see the world the way I see it now ... |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
So many canvasses, so little time. But artists don't always tell the bareboned truth. Sometimes fantasy takes over the brushstroke. |
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Earth Angel Member Empyrean
since 2002-08-27
Posts 40215Realms of Light |
You spoke so gracefully of the waning light of that candle....... ~ May the next candle burn even more brightly EA |
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VAS Member Rara Avis
since 2000-11-16
Posts 7450Oregon |
Totally exquisite...so many lines gripping and superb. This is a keeper, may I? I can't get over how many unique and powerful lines, there are too many to say "this is my favorite" it would look silly, for how can a favorite be twenty or so in number  Whether on the shoal or on the shore, |
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Martie
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
Richard You light a candle when you write, the kind you can't blow out. |
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regards2you Member Elite
since 2002-10-01
Posts 3940California |
"Life's a bare canvas, it's theme love." is a poem all by itself! And, so many more included in the lines of this poem. I'd just like to say I hope we all, who've felt this way, may someday find the courage and fortitude to: "light another candle" Thank you so much for sharing your talent with us. Warm Regards, Pat  ..without surrender, be on good terms with all persons.. "Desiderata" [This message has been edited by regards2you (11-12-2002 11:58 AM).] |
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