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inward press of summer |
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LeeJ Member Patricius
since 2003-06-19
Posts 13296
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sirens wheeling overhead in a mesmerized bluish mist a season arriving in oily stretch colors, of suggestion, crawling all over me i devour the metro of this foliage misshapen and distorted half limbs dismissing time spent is what mine shall speak between spaces? slurring oranges flecking fat azure whites motivating a deeper gaze into the ocean knowing tides multiplied senses like a sticker on my forehead skipping over glowing introductions shaking tactile, beautiful hands of cornerstones playing a musical reproduction of digital images all mine and what I own collecting mere similes of dahlia tubers underscoring webs of implication while bringing closer and closer a whistling metaphor, waiting to spin the bottle with sun’s wine-bloated sacrificial lamb in this crack of light, lives a warm language accents of pure suggestion which i find worthy of flirting practice familiar arms and feet painting night velvet it is then, the annunciation of ivory drives me into erratic sea coiled highways rendered in rich sensory detail like I imagine ireland’s emerald topography to be whys are just beyond with surprising wind raged armor, round after round like loitering leafs over ice wistfully bloated in mid-air a speaker’s gaze turns the page fast forwarding whatever it was time forgot slow, sometimes carefree final chords, yet silence is redeemed by selection waiting patiently for a musical upgrade listening for the white birds I step innovated on cobbled sand, where white swans float their brood sipping the calm of moist streams forgetting the slammed door of some air conditioner still cooling last monday from the workshop of today I make small nests thru the soft sound of earthly dreams longing for the next exposed with silliness & small detail blush of change whirls me around bringing into my world another suburb with the teacher stringing hills of pearls with morning from hunger, from life, from a long sleep feeling my way along long halls of happiness, weaving blackbirds repeatedly reorganizing scenes of flesh drip bags heavy with prophetic voices pulsating, aloof, ecstatic and tenderly shaped I reached out and touched this child dragging me along the sand excitedly pointing, to the ships coming in overflowing with glossy silver fish the child said, “look, how fire leaps over waves!” I smiled big with coral prayers knowing even though this lifetime was tired I’d be wide awake in the next so I turned my cheek to the right and reaching on tippy toes kissed death, very hard, on the mouth |
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Kaoru
since 2003-06-07
Posts 3892where the wild flowers grow |
Very awesome poem, I love it. |
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Dark Stranger Member Patricius
since 2001-03-19
Posts 13631West Coast |
ms lee j..you play under the sky' a little girl with big shoes..enjoyed you |
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ice Member Elite
since 2003-05-17
Posts 3404Pennsylvania |
"in this crack of light, lives a warm language" Indeed so, Lee...and poetry like this proves it... Through it's complications, through its sometimes opaque dialog, shines the light of the world, exposing the human soul.....some parts of it exposing itself to the public, sometimes a jumble of words that only the writer can understand... I don't understand it all, but I like it all...  -----------ice ><> |
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Marge Tindal
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
Lee~ I asked myself 'why I liked this so much' ... then I answered, 'for these are thoughts I've had ... and couldn't write' ... the ink fell to a very talented postess~ 'the child said, “look, how fire leaps over waves!” I smiled big with coral prayers knowing even though this lifetime was tired I’d be wide awake in the next so I turned my cheek to the right and reaching on tippy toes kissed death, very hard, on the mouth' Thank you~ *Huglets*  ~*Marge*~ ~*When the heart grieves over what it has lost, |
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