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miscellanea
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0 posted 2004-09-07 06:35 AM


The tintinnabulation
The tintin nab u
  The tin, tin
Full of ale
Splattered on his face
As bells rang
Inclining her
to leave the ugly place.

    “Sweet Dulcinea, wingless bird
     Hear the strings reverberate
     A hidden word;
     Little bird, little bird
     Fly within coiled strings”

                 “I have a destiny as you, Sir,
                  Have eyes to see;
                  To make this world a better space
                  Passing ale and smiling face
                  To those without a hint.

                  I have yet to clean this place
                 Hunker shoulders, remove the drunks
                 Climb the stairs to lay
                     them in their bunks;
                  Scrub the tables, stack the chairs,
                  Sweep the crumbs and wipe the –“

      “Tears.  I see behind blue flamed eyes.
      Young one, is it not unwise
      To free the dripping of the years,
      Put aside the mirrors and climb
      Within  piano’s strings?

      Shall I throw my lance
     To spear a song for you?”

            “Suppose I was to fall with you
             Among the gold wrapped strings?
             My voice has been toneless,
              My body boneless, as it toiled
                  In drunken night.
             How could this bird gain
             Unquestered flight?”


Against the stone with shine of sand,
Upheld the wall a cell of man;
Incoming dreams
On paper land
Weaving light amid weighted
Chains.
Cervantes, man of bold.
    
His final days, a breath at hand.

                        “I’ve never done this, as you can see.
                         Take my hand, Don Quixote,
                         Lead your way.”

          As he hummed her song
          More Softly each refrain
          Decrescendos moved her
          From  ivory key and wooden grain.
          She danced among the spiral string
          Grasping one,
          Then to another fling
          As words resound to book.
          
Dulcinea, my sweet Dulcinea.
It is you who’ve led your dreams.
It is you, who I’ve seen,
Sliding through cell bars
As if winged among the strings.
It is you who have led me
Through the pages of your song.

My Sweet Dulcinea

        
          


[This message has been edited by miscellanea (09-07-2004 08:03 AM).]

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Sunshine
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1 posted 2004-09-07 07:08 AM


Darn and if this isn't library bound...
such a as it is!

Karilea - if I whisper, will you listen?  Keeping in mind, I must stand close...

Professor Gloom
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2 posted 2004-09-07 07:15 AM


A story well told,
Naturally the nature of it makes it my tone,
But a story so told
Become for all and for no ones alone.

Enjoyed

Gloom

miscellanea
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3 posted 2004-09-07 07:21 AM


Glad you liked it, Karilea.  I couldn't sleep last night because of this Little Bird.  She woke me up at 3:00.  At 4:15, I figured I might as well venture with her, as I knew I wasn't going to lose her, only lose sleep!  This is the product.  She was looping in and out of my piano strings.  I tried to compare the strings with the bars that Cervantes suffered behind for such length.
miscellanea
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4 posted 2004-09-07 07:37 AM


Professor Gloom,
   Glad you enjoyed my "poem of a story".  Have a good day, Sir.  Thanks for your comment.  
                 miscellanea

ice
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5 posted 2004-09-07 08:47 AM


Ms celania
You, like Dulcinea are untouchable (as it should be) by this Knight, physically (just like the Don could never really touch the hand of his lady...)

But it has touched my mind with thoughts of jousting windmills...
enjoyed
--------ice
  ><>

Come read to me some poem,
Some simple and heartfelt lay,
That shall soothe this restless feeling
And banish the thoughts of day.
Longfellow

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6 posted 2004-09-07 09:05 AM


How breathtakingly beautiful!!
This is headed straight for my library...
Absolutely love it!!  Extremely well done.
Hugs~

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

miscellanea
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7 posted 2004-09-07 09:12 AM


ice,
   How kind of you to say.  While jousting windmills, beware of their arms, for they can send one into higher flight!
   Thank you very much for your kindness.
             Ms celania

Enchantress,
   You flatter me so.  I'm glad you like it.  Thanks for everything.  
              miscellanea
              

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8 posted 2004-09-07 10:25 AM


How can you write so well when you are experiencing such pain and frustration!?! My goodness, you certainly are a wonder! This is an incredibly creative write!

It appears you are on the mend, Missy! I continue to send distant healing your way!

Loves 'n hugs,
Linda

miscellanea
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9 posted 2004-09-07 10:49 AM


Linda,
   It is SO GOOD to hear from you!  I have been worrying about you, as I haven't seen your daily posts.  Thanks for sending such nice words and that wonderful healing.
   hugs to you, Earth Angel!
          Missy

Susan Caldwell
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10 posted 2004-09-07 12:10 PM


  

impressive!

"cast me gently into the morning, for the night has been unkind"
~Sarah McLachlan~

passing shadows
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11 posted 2004-09-07 12:21 PM


what a beauty!
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12 posted 2004-09-07 12:21 PM


This is the result of some Master at work
OK fess up, who are you really!

Amazingly creative and delivers a message well, thought out...this was brilliant, and would love to hear it to music!

BRAVO!

miscellanea
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13 posted 2004-09-07 04:47 PM


Susan,
   Thanks for the cute applauding icon and your kindness.  Have a good evening.
                miscellanea

Dixie,
   You are too kind, Dix.  Glad you like it. Glad you stopped by!
                        miscellanea
                
Lee,
   I'm afraid if you keep that up, I will be unable to write anything for fear of disappointment! Thanks for the smile.  Your comment is very generous!  Thanks,
                   miscellanea          

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14 posted 2004-09-08 01:38 PM


“Suppose I was to fall with you
Among the gold wrapped strings?
My voice has been toneless,
My body boneless, as it toiled
In drunken night.
How could this bird gain
Unquestered flight?”

Exquisite!! However annoying that little bird was, I hope you gave her an extra portion of seeds. *S* Excellent work!!!

miscellanea
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15 posted 2004-09-08 01:45 PM


Suthern,
  You know, I had some bread crumbs left over in kitchen... I'm hoping she'll remember her way home, as I left a trail of crumbs.   Thanks for the great compliment.
You couldn't have flattered me more.
              cathy

Ericc
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16 posted 2004-09-08 01:50 PM


Great write!

Eric

miscellanea
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17 posted 2004-09-08 02:37 PM


Eric,
   Glad you like it.  Thanks for the visit.  It has been my pleasure.
                  miscellanea

BluesSerenade
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18 posted 2004-09-11 01:55 AM


“Suppose I was to fall with you
             Among the gold wrapped strings?
             My voice has been toneless,
              My body boneless, as it toiled
                  In drunken night.
             How could this bird gain
             Unquestered flight?”

I once knew a poet named Dulcinea, and yes, she flew away with him,
and neither one has ever been seen again.  

And I was the lonesome bird, and everything still remains the same.  

This is awful pretty miscellanea~
You drove it home for me.

Kevo
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19 posted 2004-09-11 02:10 AM


Proof that there is a God.  This poem is incomparable.  Perfection or nearest to it.  I am compelled to leave my jaw on the floor for a while.  This is one for the record books.  As fine a poem as any on any bookshelf and of any author.  You are divinely gifted.

Kevin

iliana
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20 posted 2004-09-11 04:27 AM


Yes, indeed, it's true.  One of your better ones, for sure!  love you, jo
miscellanea
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21 posted 2004-09-11 11:40 AM


Bluesy,
  Somehow I picture you with wings, one who could fly within the strings.  Dulcinea.
I'm glad you could identify with this.  This was a special write that came to me in the middle of dark.  It just flowed with no corrections or editing, something that rarely happens to me.  Maybe it came so you could read it...Suppose?
                    miscellanea

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22 posted 2004-09-11 11:51 AM


Kevo,

   You highly flatter me!  In response to:

"Proof that there is a God.  This poem is incomparable.  Perfection or nearest to it.  I am compelled to leave my jaw on the floor for a while.  This is one for the record books.  As fine a poem as any on any bookshelf and of any author.  You are divinely gifted."

Yes, I definitely know there is God.  He is the One who gave us imagination and the ability to be inspired.  This was a poem inspired.  I don't consider myself at all gifted, but sometimes I'm more driven and creative than others.  You just happened to find such a time.  I haven't written any good poetry since.  However, if your interested in prose, I did write a prose that was inspired:  
/pip/Forum15/HTML/002171.html

It was about a present day wedding, but somehow or other, I tied it to the Civil War through a quilt that was given to my Southern cousin.  It was made from the uniforms of soldiers fallen from both sides.  I think it's rather unique.  Maybe not perfect, but very different.  If you enjoyed this poem, perhaps you would enjoy the prose.  

Thank you very much for your generosity in response. I had to pick up my jaw from the floor before responding to you!   It was a very warming message to wake up to.

              Thanks again,
                          miscellanea

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23 posted 2004-09-11 12:15 PM


Jo,
   I'm glad you like it.  It's one of my favorites.  Thanks for all your support.

          Love you,
              Little Sis,
                cathy

miscellanea
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24 posted 2004-09-11 12:29 PM


Jo,
  Thanks, sweet sister.  I'm glad you like it.  You have been a big support to me, encouraging me to write.  Thanks.
             cathy

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