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Out Of Dark Gardens
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Out Of Dark Gardens |
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babygirlwlove Senior Member
since 2004-10-10
Posts 1180New York City 
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Still ours is the silence of soft years, liquid songs like lullabys along the territory of dream, night murmurs in me, the milk of November quickens out of tenuous ash, and aquiver with something fierce as desire, this fugitive heart, this alchemy inspired, by fire, as petals of dahlia seep with the sweet sap of sequoias, Saxony dust of rusty, pink thorns prick the copper hours I spit out of the mouth of midsummer rites of passage, consummate the absence in blue, unreasonable blue essences, and may this fire, be our fire as waiting turns into fate, imminent this hour, still ours is the silence we have grown out of the same dark gardens. 2004 copyright babygirLPress **Intoxicant to the SouL** |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
Still ours is the silence of soft years, ~*~ Lovely...it would have been an excellent ending, just as it was a wonderful beginning. |
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babygirlwlove Senior Member
since 2004-10-10
Posts 1180New York City |
thank you Sunshine... do you think so? lol...I don't think I wanted it to end in silence...as it has been silence since the beginning...so I left it...open to change...lol...we'll see ..to be continued... thanks for the love... **babygirL** |
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Gentle Spirit Member Patricius
since 2000-10-09
Posts 13989 |
this is a lullabye that lands softly on the ears and in the heart.. very well done.  The greatest beauty on earth, is |
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babygirlwlove Senior Member
since 2004-10-10
Posts 1180New York City |
thank you Gentle Spirit.... **babygirL** **Intoxicant to the SouL** |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
the milk of November quickens out of tenuous ash, and aquiver with something fierce as desire, this fugitive heart, this alchemy inspired, by fire, as petals of dahlia seep with the sweet sap of sequoias, Saxony dust of rusty, pink thorns prick the copper hours I spit out of the mouth of midsummer rites of passage, consummate the absence in blue, unreasonable blue essences, ============================= a most impressive melding of imagery, assonance and vocabulary. One can not read your writing without the words unique and layered coming to mind... and as said before... impressive. tis a hauntingly surreal and lovely garden you have sown. Poetry is emotion put into measure. |
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babygirlwlove Senior Member
since 2004-10-10
Posts 1180New York City |
JM~ thank you...visit often...you have a gossamer touch to your eyes.... much love, **babygirL** **Intoxicant to the SouL** |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
You have a beautiful gift of writing...James |
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Ericc Member Elite
since 2003-01-31
Posts 4178 |
Beautiful! Eric |
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Zinsser Senior Member
since 2001-02-27
Posts 1641Calif. |
and may this fire, be our fire as waiting turns into fate, imminent this hour, still ours is the silence we have grown out of the same dark gardens. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ beautiful.... I love it!!!! |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
oh yes...this is indeed beautiful |
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babygirlwlove Senior Member
since 2004-10-10
Posts 1180New York City |
thanks guys, for hitting this... love&light, **babygirL** **Intoxicant to the SouL** |
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