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Cpat Hair

Member Patricius

since 2001-06-05

Posts 11793

0 posted 2004-11-16 03:33 PM

It rains in this copse of trees

slow small mist that drops

to soothe

in a wet of skin
the way our faces burn

red hushed in a blush of need

  while trees whisper against
the skin of wind

rustled
           silk sounds reminding us
  of how it was to find someone

who turned their eyes to us

not to their own needs ...

let us lie here
held in gnarled finger roots
creeping up from soil
and let the Cedar scent our bed
  while we find the ways
       to speak words we always left

unsaid

as we wonder on round vowels

if this flicker of fire built here
would smolder hot
under damp leaves
should we pile them on

then lay  ourselves across the embers
burning one soul
                to the other with flickered
touch of flesh that left us
as smoke to rise

in dance

of soft consonants hissing S’s

grey  against night

until we filled every recess

   of crevice in broken stars

   and ran along the lines of time

till we forgot we’re charcoal

but carbon atoms mixed
with ash of man

still  untouched
              in isolation of every breath drawn
and tossed...
     on some warm breeze
unable in our best intent
                         to fly further than this
the copse of wood
                    filled with drops of rain
and hearts
           that would love
                             again

Gentle Spirit
Member Patricius

since 2000-10-09

Posts 13989

1 posted 2004-11-16 03:36 PM

still  untouched
              in isolation of every breath drawn
and tossed...
     on some warm breeze
unable in our best intent
                         to fly further than this
mmm..hmmm...
yes, this is exactly why I read your offerings.

You ARE poetic justice....

Dautz Write
Member

since 2004-11-16

Posts 96

2 posted 2004-11-16 03:40 PM

Cpat,
  You've got style!  Good stuff!

let us lie here
held in gnarled finger roots
creeping up from soil
and let the Cedar scent our bed
  while we find the ways
       to speak words we always left

unsaid

                 Dautz Write

Sunshine

Administrator

Member Empyrean

since 1999-06-25

Posts 63354
Listening to every heart

3 posted 2004-11-16 03:47 PM

let us lie here
held in gnarled finger roots
creeping up from soil
and let the Cedar scent our bed
  while we find the ways
       to speak words we always left

unsaid

as we wonder on round vowels

if this flicker of fire built here
would smolder hot
under damp leaves
should we pile them on

then lay  ourselves across the embers
burning one soul
                to the other with flickered
touch of flesh that left us
as smoke to rise

in dance

of soft consonants hissing S’s

~*~

Oh, this sounds so good in whisper

Susan
Member Ascendant

since 2004-03-27

Posts 5104
walking the surreal

4 posted 2004-11-16 04:21 PM

The talent here upon the blue pages often leaves me in awe - as does yours - simply wonderful -

Susan

Happiness isn't something that happens to you, it's created from within you. Joy is a state of mind.

NewEnglandlazurlu
Member Rara Avis

since 2002-01-04

Posts 7470
A Mountain Paradise

5 posted 2004-11-16 04:29 PM

Hi Ron ... I have to agree with Susan. Such awe inspiring poets and you dear man, are one of the very best.

This is beautiful.

hugs, Marti

A single sunbeam is enough to drive away many shadows.
–St. Francis of Assisi

passing shadows
Member Empyrean

since 1999-08-26

Posts 45577
displaced

6 posted 2004-11-16 04:42 PM

love your style

babygirlwlove
Senior Member

since 2004-10-10

Posts 1180
New York City

7 posted 2004-11-16 05:12 PM

to fly further than this
the copse of wood
                    filled with drops of rain
and hearts
           that would love
                             again
***************************************

man, can you soar, chief....fierce scribe...

**babyblu**

**Intoxicant to the SouL**

Janet Marie
Member Laureate

since 2000-01-22

Posts 18554

8 posted 2004-11-16 06:04 PM

*moth happy dance*

(I'll be back)

when you walked into the room it felt like time was standing still.
and I felt fascination...then my heart gave me away.

glass tiger

SEA

Moderator

Member Seraphic

since 2000-01-18

Posts 22676
with you

9 posted 2004-11-16 06:17 PM

"let us lie here
held in gnarled finger roots
creeping up from soil
and let the Cedar scent our bed
while we find the ways
to speak words we always left

unsaid"

you do this so effortlessly...go right to the heart...and leave your whispers there...
*SIGH*

loved this

Mysteria

Member Laureate

since 2001-03-07

Posts 18328
British Columbia, Canada

10 posted 2004-11-16 06:23 PM

if this flicker of fire built here
would smolder hot
under damp leaves
should we pile them on

then lay ourselves across the embers
burning one soul
to the other with flickered
touch of flesh that left us
as smoke to rise

in dance

of soft consonants hissing S’s

Okay, I am hissing - now what?

Captain, you can sure set a forest fire with your muse. I am showing this to nice office folks at Lynn Canyon - they are gonna love this one for sure. This IS a picture of our local forest attraction here.

Enchantress
Member Empyrean

since 2001-08-14

Posts 35113
Canada eh.

11 posted 2004-11-16 06:45 PM

You already know what I'm about to say...

....damn!!

Krawdad
Member Elite

since 2001-01-03

Posts 2597

12 posted 2004-11-16 07:05 PM

Oh my!
I do understand this "particulate" desire.
Nicely done, Sir.

e

serenity blaze
Member Empyrean

since 2000-02-02

Posts 27738

13 posted 2004-11-16 07:23 PM

smiling wide...very nice Cap

shaking my head...round vowels

only YOU can do that with words.

*chuckle*

LOVE IT

Magnus

Member Laureate

since 2001-10-10

Posts 14135
South Carolina, USA

14 posted 2004-11-16 07:50 PM

Way to go Mr. Smooth...ya got em now, huh?

Janet Marie
Member Laureate

since 2000-01-22

Posts 18554

15 posted 2004-11-17 07:46 AM

I just love when others prove me mothy point for me ...then you cant say Im biased...LOL...
well, you can and you will....
but....... *chuckle*

you already know I love this one...so many lines that just make a moth gravitate...lol

while trees whisper against
the skin of wind

i just LOVE that line.... awesome....

and let the Cedar scent our bed
  while we find the ways
       to speak words we always left

unsaid

as we wonder on round vowels

if this flicker of fire built here
would smolder hot
under damp leaves
should we pile them on

then lay  ourselves across the embers
burning one soul
                to the other with flickered
touch of flesh that left us
as smoke to rise

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

until we filled every recess

   of crevice in broken stars

   and ran along the lines of time

till we forgot we’re charcoal

but carbon atoms mixed
with ash of man

still  untouched
              in isolation of every breath drawn
and tossed...
     on some warm breeze
unable in our best intent
                         to fly further
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

This just slow smolders in its smoke of expression...its layered lovely with all the musky scents of the forest in fall..all the textures and colors.

till we forgot we’re charcoal

but carbon atoms mixed
with ash of man

could that be any cooler?
personifi perfection and metaphor magic my friend.

SMOKE AND ASH... ya had me from the start ...

when you walked into the room it felt like time was standing still.
and I felt fascination...then my heart gave me away.

glass tiger

Ratleader

Member Rara Avis

since 2003-01-23

Posts 7026
Visiting Earth on a Guest Pass

16 posted 2004-11-17 09:41 AM

Your imagery is always so present....makes me jealous sometimes, but always a pleasure to read.

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______________Ratleader______________

Susan Caldwell
Member Rara Avis

since 2002-12-27

Posts 8348
Florida

17 posted 2004-11-17 09:48 AM

"silk sounds reminding us
of how it was to find someone

who turned their eyes to us

not to their own needs ..."

Indeed.

well done Ron.

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

scorpio
Member Ascendant

since 2002-10-02

Posts 5178
right...there

18 posted 2004-11-17 10:15 AM

Spellbinding write Ron. Beautiful flow of images and emotions.

believe in what your heart feels...

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