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Night Thyme Touches My Breast
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Night Thyme Touches My Breast |
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LeeJ Member Patricius
since 2003-06-19
Posts 13296
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i feel, night touching my breast dancing amongst the forest intrusive churchyard whistles greedy for unknown words, holding the familiar when moon is lost, to what will come, carefree remnants of rustic dreams, sipping mint juleps no “thing” is mine, owning only images, caught in cross hairs of some privet spiritual universe charge card escapes & midnight specials walking along the fence lines of a childhood alternating energy, like realism hard-edged like an invasion of winter’s leaf dance, articulate, distinctive immigrates to my psyche, venue of life appearances writing my own rumors, nestled little particles featured and open, like a race for the cure as the big guy looks down, humored by deadlines and men with ghosts of clear vision gives reason to stop by & browse the Getty museum mankind leaves music, by the years, down the road inward entreaties cherished, a feeling sacrifice knows haunted and unsettled, like an unmade bed, blood spills skips and grins, to a place of yesterday’s hills calling back a force of magic, between the hours, where we leave notes, by the way side, given by our grandfathers eyes closed lightly, with relaxing fists on knees is the messy hair of blindness, what no body believes? are veins left on the table for another to perceive? like coloring the day with some ageless altered ego & high pitched alliance write a 2nd mortgage on this cosmic town we’re all friendly dogs...scared of the touchdown lost in some paradox of absurdities say, the normal handpicked crazies i say, what is normal to each? i live intimately with a gangland of emotions shedding the mask of pretense and you, what say we pay cash with our lives? Bury ourselves deep within the core of walking the walk, within summer's eyes? our poetry, doesn’t need extras nodding what it needs, is a boulevard of prosperity “the labyrinth of heart” rendering what the owner owns, is the space where he/she strolls while night thyme touches your breast in some deep calculated complex |
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Sunshine
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since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
I swear, you made me sit beside you while you penned this ponder... you do have a way, m'friend... |
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Seymour Tabin Member Empyrean
since 1999-07-07
Posts 31720Tamarac Fla |
LeeJ Things happen, good morning sweet. |
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Earth Angel Member Empyrean
since 2002-08-27
Posts 40215Realms of Light |
Good morning, Lee! Oh, I now see that it is afternoon where I live! Each illustrious line can stand on its own merit. By you increasing the spaces between the lines, perfectly showcased each one of them. Have a glorious day!  Linda |
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Enchantress Member Empyrean
since 2001-08-14
Posts 35113Canada eh. |
Another fantastic write from your magical pen Lee. Very much enjoyed the read. Hugs~Nancy Life is one great big canvas; |
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MGROVES
since 2004-02-01
Posts 3802california |
you make one truly think with your words~ always an honor to read~ My spirit will rise |
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SmartChick Member Rara Avis
since 2001-09-23
Posts 7081On A Journey To The Unknown |
You are a wonderful writier, Lee. |
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HopeS Member Elite
since 2000-12-22
Posts 4596Perth Western Australia |
Lee ,once again some fascinating images you portray with words Hope |
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ice Member Elite
since 2003-05-17
Posts 3404Pennsylvania |
"no “thing” is mine, owning only images" My feelings are that the entire poem is grounded in this statement.... I always look for the key phrase, this one has a great one.... As always, even if your theme is dark, I enjoy reading you... ------------ice/ford ><> |
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JL Member Ascendant
since 2004-04-01
Posts 6128Texas, USA |
Very exciting read, Lee J. JL  |
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adagio Member
since 2005-03-19
Posts 449Marrero, La. |
Nicely written. Very much enjoyed reading. |
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Dark Stranger Member Patricius
since 2001-03-19
Posts 13631West Coast |
makes me want to be night instead of just dark a pleasure ms lee j |
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Balladeer
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since 1999-06-05
Posts 25505Ft. Lauderdale, Fl USA |
Funny how such simple little words can say so much...that's why I'm fast becoming a big fan of yours. One never knows what little phrase might strike someone in a strong way - for me it was "charge card escapes". That just brings back memories of time when escape or change was vital and, even though broke and without the proverbial pit to hiss in, the credit card comes out and the deed is done, as if the money was not even real or, even if it was, the payback would be worth it all, just to get away. Three simple little words strung together that say a lot and I would have never thought to say it in that way...thus my admiration. Don't listen to what anybody else says...you're GOOD!  |
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