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Drying Clay
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Drying Clay |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart 
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Drying Clay Even God knew that the emotions of a man could not be held in eternity; so He presented Konrad some clay. After leaving Travis, to travel his own way along the western suite, the clay of the southern way clung to the artist in Konrad; he picked at the southern red rust of dust off his boots, as his tears added the requisite moisture while his finger creased into the soil of the damp, inscribing names of the past, yet not leaving the rent in his heart for anyone to see. He blew on it, his breath like a torch of warm love, this love for a sister, and a lover, all in one, and yet both, gone. I d a m n b n e a he mixed as one, of two dropping duplicative letters, wanting to split it back to what was, as his mourning slipped silence, and swallowed the sky in sound as he saw in the light of day what was really there… then, it was gone, ... but the love of them, lingered. Konrad swallowed hard, and left the drying clay to mark the path that would be his. |
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openthoughts Member
since 2006-01-16
Posts 94Where the child can be free |
Your poem turns words into a beautiful story in the blink of an eye |
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iliana Member Patricius
since 2003-12-05
Posts 13434USA |
Oh, I am SO following Konrad again! More, more. This is about as good as it gets, SIL.  .....jo |
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Marshalzu  
since 2001-02-15
Posts 2681Lurking |
Enjoyed  Andrew |
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wvatvrider Member
since 2006-02-04
Posts 78West Virginia,USA |
Very Nice Danny |
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hoot_owl_rn Member Patricius
since 1999-07-05
Posts 10750Glen Hope, PA USA |
Oh, I love the title you chose for this piece as it in itself draws a thousand different thoughts...oh, and I enjoyed the poem too |
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Air Goddess Member
since 2006-02-11
Posts 108Canada |
Wow! You are good... I love reading this piece |
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ManOfWolves28 Member
since 2005-12-21
Posts 83 |
Great poem. Sort of seems like a hallmark topic in ways. ...If you choose not to decide you still have made a choice. |
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desert-spike Member
since 2006-02-01
Posts 194TX/USA |
Awesome poem. One of creation and memory. Leaving travis to travel sticks out in my mind. It reminds me of a cartoon portion of an old episode of sesame street, featuring Traveling Travis, in which Traveling Travis goes traveling on everything from a motorcycle, to a pogo stick. |
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The Lady Member Rara Avis
since 2005-12-26
Posts 7634The Southwest |
"he picked at the southern red rust of dust off his boots, as his tears added the requisite moisture" Oh! Beautiful Sunshine! I love the last stanza so... |
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Goldenrose Member Elite
since 2003-05-30
Posts 3665 |
Like jumping into the passage of a book...now i want to know what happened before...enjoyed this sunshine..thank you.. Goldenrose Desire for nothing except desirelessness,hope for nothing except to rise above all hopes, want nothing and you will have everything.avatar Meher Baba. |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
"as his mourning slipped silence, and swallowed the sky in sound as he saw in the light of day what was really there…" and you have night vision goggles  (BTW, I like this pix the best) |
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froggy Senior Member
since 2003-06-23
Posts 1893Michigan |
Beautiful read. :-) Until he extends the circle of his compassion to all living things, |
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BluesSerenade Member Patricius
since 2001-10-23
Posts 10549By the Seaside |
This is a timely epilogue, and such a meaningful poem filled with memories. I read a sense of peace and contentment in your words. You express yourself in so many wonderful ways, and we are all the better for it. God Bless you Karilea~ |
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