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Cpat Hair

Member Patricius

since 2001-06-05

Posts 11793

0 posted 2003-09-15 10:28 AM

You became the painted colors
Softly pastel in faded blush of rose
And painted on my mind the times
When a soft touch
Encouraged me to be tender
And a sighed brush of fingers
Endangered self control

“I’ll never go, without the sun faded stars.”

Chill falls now
When sun leaves the sky and I
Am left in want of wrap
To cloak myself from shaking winds
That waft easy on drying leaves
With a rustle

Reminding me
All season pass and even green
Turns gold

Slow the clouds passing
And sit with me a while
Here on the shore
Where wave lapped rhythms seem to
Play some primordial beat
That wants dance
If not of hips
Of mind

I stretched new canvas today
And covered it in wash

White

The colors of snow

To drift again
In thoughts of you
And once again

Simply know

EvocativeVerse2
Senior Member

since 2003-09-10

Posts 1279

1 posted 2003-09-15 10:33 AM

Marvelous! This is darn good...wish I'd written it. Instead I'll just have to enjoy! 8-) Thanks!

Earth Angel
Member Empyrean

since 2002-08-27

Posts 40215
Realms of Light

2 posted 2003-09-15 10:36 AM

You, my good man, are a POET--and an artist!

Love, Art, & Poetry!

EA

KristieSue

Senior Member

since 2003-01-31

Posts 1460
PA, US

3 posted 2003-09-15 10:38 AM

I stretched new canvas today
And covered it in wash

White

The colors of snow

To drift again
In thoughts of you
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
we don't always have to start over...sometimes its nice to just Remember

"Vision without action is a daydream. Action without vision is a nightmare." -Japanese Proverb
~ KS

angelblueyes
Member Elite

since 2003-07-19

Posts 2148
Oklahoma

4 posted 2003-09-15 10:42 AM

You sir, are an amazement to the eyes and heart.This was excellently penned.

Crystal

MARK V SHELDON
Member Elite

since 2001-06-21

Posts 3015
In a corporeal internship...

5 posted 2003-09-15 10:44 AM

Come to think of it... it's probably called "Fall" for a reason... one which we both understand, I believe. Hauntingly impactful, Ron.

-MVS

You CAN make a difference:
http://educate-yourself.org/

Sunshine

Administrator

Member Empyrean

since 1999-06-25

Posts 63354
Listening to every heart

6 posted 2003-09-15 10:49 AM

Slow the clouds passing
And sit with me a while
Here on the shore
Where wave lapped rhythms seem to
Play some primordial beat
That wants dance
If not of hips
Of mind

~*~

Now bring your hand
from the stayed clouds
and rest it here
on my face,
tell me all you need
and tell me
of what I want...

and keep the quiet
of the heart,
here, on this snow
laden canvas

~*~

You do inspire, you do, you do...

[This message has been edited by Sunshine (09-15-2003 10:50 AM).]

Enchantress
Member Empyrean

since 2001-08-14

Posts 35113
Canada eh.

7 posted 2003-09-15 12:14 PM

Beautiful Ron...
and I do so much enjoy the inspire from Sunshine.
Perhaps a duet is in order from you two?
~Smiles & Hugs, Nancy~

~ Summer can't be over...
I still have sand in my shoes ~

garysgirl

Member Laureate

since 2002-09-29

Posts 19237
Florida, USA

8 posted 2003-09-15 12:19 PM

Slow the clouds passing
And sit with me a while
Here on the shore
Where wave lapped rhythms seem to
Play some primordial beat
That wants dance
If not of hips
Of mind

Oh my goodness, Capt. Ron...the pictures you have
painted in my mind with this one is beyond beautiful!!!!
I'm keeping this one, Sir. Hope you don't mind.

Hugs

Ethel

Corinne
Member Ascendant

since 1999-10-28

Posts 5167
state of confusion

9 posted 2003-09-15 12:55 PM

If my lips would work, they would find more appropriate words other than WOW. Wow is what forms there, though.

First stanza -

You became the painted colors
Softly pastel in faded blush of rose
And painted on my mind the times
When a soft touch
Encouraged me to be tender
And a sighed brush of fingers
Endangered self control

could stand on its own

“I’ll never go, without the sun faded stars.”

a wistful quote left for for eyes to ponder.

The middle of this - a rest, while we change with the seasons.

Slow the clouds passing
And sit with me a while
Here on the shore
Where wave lapped rhythms seem to
Play some primordial beat
That wants dance
If not of hips
Of mind

soft and sensual at once. a gentle power.

I stretched new canvas today
And covered it in wash

White

The colors of snow

To drift again
In thoughts of you
And once again

Simply know

and once again - you transform the picture into something more pure, more innocent.
The last line? Killer.

A perfect read for the times, for the day and I selfishly took some for myself.

Corinne

Janet Marie
Member Laureate

since 2000-01-22

Posts 18554

10 posted 2003-09-15 12:57 PM

You became the painted colors
Softly pastel in faded blush of rose
And painted on my mind the times
When a soft touch
Encouraged me to be tender
And a sighed brush of fingers
Endangered self control

“I’ll never go, without the sun faded stars.”

Chill falls now
When sun leaves the sky and I
Am left in want of wrap
To cloak myself from shaking winds
That waft easy on drying leaves
With a rustle

Reminding me
All season pass and even green
Turns gold

Slow the clouds passing
And sit with me a while
Here on the shore
Where wave lapped rhythms seem to
Play some primordial beat
That wants dance
If not of hips
Of mind

===============================

did you just know the moth needed to read this kind of poetry today?

Did you have the amazing clouds this weekend as the cool front came thru? I was sitting on a lake shore from noon till sunset...
Fall fell from heaven via the most awesome clouds yesterday.

"If you hear teardrops falling like rain on the rooftops ...
know what you're listening to ... is me missing you."

JH

Susan Caldwell
Member Rara Avis

since 2002-12-27

Posts 8348
Florida

11 posted 2003-09-15 01:00 PM

Ron~ I was going to grab my favorite lines...but geez

Karilea said you inspire...not only inpire but you are a movement in yourself...

Now I have a plan....

You teach every man, young, old, all of them...how you think and then the world will be complete (plus then my daughter will have a chance at finding a wonderful man...like you).

Go, do...teach...

Susan

gemjop
Member Elite

since 2002-11-18

Posts 2587
Pencilveinia, USA

12 posted 2003-09-15 01:38 PM

I stretched new canvas today
And covered it in wash

White

The colors of snow

To drift again
In thoughts of you
And once again

Simply know

Did you have to make me cry?

I forgive you.
library, and in my mind.

Instant karma's gonna get you.

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