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Holding Her In My Throat The Blue's Spring
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Holding Her In My Throat The Blue's Spring |
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Cpat Hair
since 2001-06-05
Posts 11793 |
Sometime after the seas dried up And all the creatures that had fought To crawl to land were there Leaving the remains of such bones Of those who did not learn to breathe Anything but the drowning water The earth shifted Building higher plateaus and eventually Eroding those into hills But cracks formed in the layers Of so much life lain down that turned a dirty white stone Leaving room for Her to be born deep From places such as this one Where higher bluffs loom over the sky until noon And water bubbles up from places below Cold…. It sings Such soft melodies of buried years Braiding strands of quicksilver clear Into the silt she carries I’ve put my lips to this place of her beginning To swallow her old So I could know as I traveled her lengths what it was That brought her to me But this place is just one And her soul is woven from many strings |
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Martie
Moderator
Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
Ron You would have to have drunk from the beginning to write this awesome poem!  |
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Honeybunch Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-29
Posts 7115South Africa |
Oh, I would have liked more caught up in it as I was. Lovely write! |
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Cpat Hair
since 2001-06-05
Posts 11793 |
Ms Martie... I've drank from the beginning of many streams.. and they all taste different..yet all have the same qualities. One them seems to be something of peace... Ms H. There is always more ma'am... I'm just not able to write it all at once.. even in short snippets, I tend to botch it up... I thank you for the reply... and the eyes.. |
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Sunshine
Administrator
Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
But cracks formed in the layers Of so much life lain down that turned a dirty white stone Leaving room for Her to be born deep From places such as this one Where higher bluffs loom over the sky until noon And water bubbles up from places below Cold…. It sings Such soft melodies of buried years Braiding strands of quicksilver clear Into the silt she carries I’ve put my lips to this place of her beginning To swallow her old ~*~ Damn.... |
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Cpat Hair
since 2001-06-05
Posts 11793 |
ah.. Ms S... thanks for the eyes... and the damn.. |
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RSWells Member Elite
since 2001-06-17
Posts 2533 |
Here's to the source, a climb to understanding and peace. |
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Cpat Hair
since 2001-06-05
Posts 11793 |
Mr Wells... thanks for the eyes sir.. and here as you said..is to the peace... |
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Dark Angel Member Patricius
since 1999-08-04
Posts 10095 |
I’ve put my lips to this place of her beginning To swallow her old So I could know as I traveled her lengths what it was That brought her to me But this place is just one And her soul is woven from many strings See, it's work like this which leaves me speechless. You Rock Sir. Mxx  into this night i wonder, it's morning that i dread, another day of knowing of, the path i fear to tread. |
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Cpat Hair
since 2001-06-05
Posts 11793 |
Maree... such rough ways to say things compared to your own.... appreciate the eyes ma'am.. and the nice words... thank you |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
I’ve put my lips to this place of her beginning To swallow her old So I could know as I traveled her lengths what it was That brought her to me But this place is just one And her soul is woven from many strings You have captured my attention with this stunning piece .... bringing peace. I bent down and drank with you. So very beautiful! Love, Margherita |
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Cpat Hair
since 2001-06-05
Posts 11793 |
glad you found something in it to enjoy ma'am.... and if it brought some feeling of peace.. thank the lady Blue... and all the springs where she is born... |
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Enchantress Member Empyrean
since 2001-08-14
Posts 35113Canada eh. |
So very beautiful Captain.. You are so in tune with the rivers and streams... Love this keeper. Thank you Sir. ~ Time has cast a spell on you, |
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babygirlwlove Senior Member
since 2004-10-10
Posts 1180New York City |
Such soft melodies of buried years Braiding strands of quicksilver clear Into the silt she carries ****************************************** chief.... pure poetry...lovely, lovely stuff... **babygirL** **Intoxicant to the SouL** |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
Of those who did not learn to breathe Anything but the drowning water ====================================== I've spent enough time in the creek that me toes are webby...but? do ya think its too late for us to grow gills? Leaving room for Her to be born deep From places such as this one Where higher bluffs loom over the sky until noon And water bubbles up from places below Cold…. It sings Such soft melodies of buried years Braiding strands of quicksilver clear Into the silt she carries Im going to pretend you wrote that part just for me. I thank you...so does the river.  "this medium is over taken by keyboard prophets who believe their every word profound." |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
speechless |
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Gentle Spirit Member Patricius
since 2000-10-09
Posts 13989 |
Oh sir, this one does speak to me... perfection in poetry...  I love reading your offerings. The greatest beauty on earth, is |
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Mysteria
since 2001-03-07
Posts 18328British Columbia, Canada |
The entire poem was breathtaking but I loved this part the very best, Cold…. It sings You sir, sure know how to give nature her dues, beautiful! |
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Duncan Member Ascendant
since 2001-08-07
Posts 5455 |
Yanno, I've only caught a few from this series but if they are representative of the whole...excellent. Some folks are just born storytellers, it's very cool to know one of them.  |
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