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LeeJ
Member Patricius

since 2003-06-19

Posts 13296

0 posted 2006-03-23 07:52 AM

strange
   pure minded hybrid stories
in the tellin of fragile blue

leaning forward in occasional
   shades of green
with a fleshpot of lilac fragrance

from a long ago summer’s dream
   that sadly hurried by
somewhere on a craig of
   conifer shades
a thousand feet in the sky

his garden sounds of summits
   reeking bad-tempered sad songs
like a mirage, poking and tangling her hair
    she once again looks
through a whispering
window...at a vision shimmering off
white-macromered roads

now just a sunny bookmark
    recalling that seraphic
knowing & forgiving smile
    of her female asile
her sounds of the surf
& the ambience of a
     household love
teasing the silence
    where she wallows

a woman’s lament
    writing her personage
while the streetlights
     draw moths
to a diary
    no one will read
in some distant sky of
    barren betroth

tossing & turning in her sleep
   kicking away
at an unthinking spirit world
   nudging her back to a time
caught between
yesterday and
   tomorrows

unaccounted for, when her thoughts
    walk across a lone mind
humming of tin canned inkblots
     bereft & covered with
cowerdly voices
     only she can hear
  in a place
           where she thought revered

to be blessed
    by subtle wiles of
sprouting foliage
    jumping from
branch to branch
    of a first time author
now cut off by distance
    & the blood
stained holiday
    that was slaughtered
while the front door clicks
    closed behind her
vacant murmers

ahhh yes
    how the small bones of time
severs the umbilical
    that dreams a now
much cooler kiss
   like the wrong side
        of an umbrella
has the last word
        & footprints
in the sand ferments
   waiting for waves
to wipe clean
   a thousand-odd years
of memory
   leaving
shards of churning gears
   despite
the waiting scent of old cedar
   and she
        collecting
                 memories
in
        her
               book
                       of
                           life

Seymour Tabin
Member Empyrean

since 1999-07-07

Posts 31720
Tamarac Fla

1 posted 2006-03-23 07:58 AM

LeeJ
This one is excellent. Good morning sweet.

Dark Stranger
Member Patricius

since 2001-03-19

Posts 13631
West Coast

2 posted 2006-03-23 08:05 AM

small bones
are the ones you feel
when they are bruised

the hold hands bones
lovely work ms

JL
Member Ascendant

since 2004-04-01

Posts 6128
Texas, USA

3 posted 2006-03-23 09:20 AM

"nudging her back to a time
caught between
yesterday and
tomorrows"

Another great write Lee J.
Enjoyed the read, over my morning cup of hot green tea.

JL

JamesMichael
Member Empyrean

since 1999-11-16

Posts 33336
Kapolei, Hawaii, USA

4 posted 2006-03-23 05:19 PM

Wonderful...James

Goldenrose
Member Elite

since 2003-05-30

Posts 3665

5 posted 2006-03-23 05:23 PM

usual Lee j mastery of the written word..thank you

Goldenrose.

XOx Uriah xOX
Senior Member

since 2006-02-11

Posts 1403
Virginia

6 posted 2006-03-23 05:41 PM

I always read your words with a stilled heart beat and a lump in my throat. I know I seldom reply... It is only because your poetry often takes me to places that I cannot find words to express what is seen and felt there. I just seem to become engulfed. overwhelmed. I shrink into nothingness and at the same time feel as though I will explode with fulfillment.
Even now, with all of these letters arranged to express ideas... I have been unable to say what I wish I could say. Seems like a good time to shut up. :: bows ::

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