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Envy of the Wind to your Skin
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Envy of the Wind to your Skin |
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Cpat Hair
since 2001-06-05
Posts 11793 |
You danced too young on leafs that burned Bright from the whisper of some words Wind spoke in hushed undertones making them blush in gold then red And you reach for woolen wrap To cover shoulders I had seen bare in moonlight That still freckled by sun Were stark against the shadows Much sooner We aged And season’s passing became the time That by this knee of water Bent as it is into a cove Reason passed no test Our minds did not excuse As the lust of life Or the quest along the skin of shore We wished to consume with slow chewing strides Or be consumed by as our last strewn path Carried flooding red from limb to stone This year the colors fade in lack luster measure One of one of one they loosen from the limb And tumble in their own Pirouette of cold fire While I am still The quiet kind Remembering how it was Once upon A time |
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Sunshine
Administrator
Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
Our minds did not excuse As the lust of life Or the quest along the skin of shore We wished to consume with slow chewing strides Or be consumed by as our last strewn path Carried flooding red from limb to stone ~*~    |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
POUNCE covering you with smooches  Now I'll go actually read your poem!HE's HOME!  |
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littlewing Member Rara Avis
since 2003-03-02
Posts 9655New York |
Ron, when I read you, I get very close to the screen and have my hand under my chin. *smile* all ready for a story . . . and I always end up leaving with so much more . . . |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
"This year the colors fade in lack luster measure One of one of one they loosen from the limb And tumble in their own Pirouette of cold fire" yer beautiful yanno |
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inkedgoddess Member Rara Avis
since 2002-11-19
Posts 7392Ohio |
the leaves play beneath our feet teasing us as another autumn rushes by, and withers in a bonfire, we age from nubile green to royal crimson to withering ombres but o when we return, watch out........... |
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RMW Senior Member
since 2001-03-21
Posts 1424 |
"You danced too young...." What a wonderful phrase. The gentle touch, as always. Bob |
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Dark Angel Member Patricius
since 1999-08-04
Posts 10095 |
Yup, you collapse me Sir.  it is soooo good to read you again. Sending this to my library. M and I am haunted |
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Enchantress Member Empyrean
since 2001-08-14
Posts 35113Canada eh. |
*sitting here smiling and shaking my head* Simply outstanding. Thank you Captain. ~Autumn..the year's last, loveliest smile.~ |
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babygirlwlove Senior Member
since 2004-10-10
Posts 1180New York City |
spoken softly with an old, old assurance...I find so....familiar.. good to be reading you, sir... **babygirL** |
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Martie
Moderator
Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
Ron "While I am still The quiet kind Remembering how it was Once upon A time" Just keep remembering and sharing...I've missed you! |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
You danced too young on leafs that burned Bright from the whisper of some words Wind spoke in hushed undertones making them blush in gold then red ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ And you reach for woolen wrap To cover shoulders I had seen bare in moonlight That still freckled by sun Were stark against the shadows ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ This year the colors fade in lack luster measure One of one of one they loosen from the limb And tumble in their own Pirouette of cold fire While I am still The quiet kind Remembering how it was Once upon A time =================================== You write poetry on those leaves... Me thinks the "quiet kind" makes for a damn fine poet.  I knew the seasons change would be pulling at you...I was sure hoping youd let the muse distract ya from work. Its just not fall with out your lovely, bittersweet offerings. Very good to read you groovy guy. |
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wranx Member Elite
since 2002-06-07
Posts 3689Moved from a shack to a barn |
Nice to see yer face m'friend Thanks for the remembrances, and yes, times past do shimmer just under the surface. The trick is to fish them out |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
MMM, the joys of being consumed by your mighty pen *sigh* good evening sir  |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
Very nice...James |
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Larry C
since 2001-09-10
Posts 10286United States |
Ron, The ladies don't swoon for just anybody. A testament to your writing. But I must say it is indeed an excellent write. If only I...naw. If tears could build a stairway and memories a lane, I'd walk right up to heaven and bring you home again. |
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muted
since 2004-01-15
Posts 2949Elapsing, Eclipsing, Evolving |
...the quiet kind... mercy of silence a reprieve, left to breathe scented needs deep beneath where you and i meet tongue to tongue to taste the fire no matter how cold it has become your muted songs still beg to be sung..... and we are all listening |
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Susan Caldwell Member Rara Avis
since 2002-12-27
Posts 8348Florida |
Nice to see you! "cast me gently into the morning, for the night has been unkind" |
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LeeJ Member Patricius
since 2003-06-19
Posts 13296 |
You danced too young on leafs that burned Bright from the whisper of some words Wind spoke in hushed undertones making them blush in gold then red And you reach for woolen wrap To cover shoulders I had seen bare in moonlight That still freckled by sun Were stark against the shadows yes indeed, and can't help but wonder if...that was our destiny? To mature at a faster rate then some... perhaps to our favors? dunno, but have definately pondered this, and you know something.... I'm not sorry in the least, and I just betcha, neither is she? Tremendous write |
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Gentle Spirit Member Patricius
since 2000-10-09
Posts 13989 |
Our minds did not excuse As the lust of life Or the quest along the skin of shore We wished to consume with slow chewing strides Or be consumed by as our last strewn path Carried flooding red from limb to stone This year the colors fade in lack luster measure One of one of one they loosen from the limb And tumble in their own Pirouette of cold fire While I am still The quiet kind Ron, welcome back. I am not sure that I have the correct words to do this justice. I'm blown away with this and sir, I am glad that you are a quiet kind that produces such flawless wonders as you do... damn..... The greatest beauty on earth, is |
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Aenimal Member Rara Avis
since 2002-11-18
Posts 7350the ass-end of space |
So good to see you back cpat, Wind spoke in hushed undertones making them blush in gold then red l@ved that, what a perfect metaphor |
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Robert Frazier Senior Member
since 2003-02-06
Posts 1014 |
Ron, I stand in line confessing to always consuming your poetry, and eagerly anticipating the next post! Rf |
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Mysteria
since 2001-03-07
Posts 18328British Columbia, Canada |
Metaphorically magtastic! And that is it too, you cause a hunger for more postings when you post. Take it easy at work Cap |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
wonderful! |
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