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from where the stirring begins
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from where the stirring begins |
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Greeneyes  
since 2000-09-09
Posts 9903In Your Poetic Mind 
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Even a white moon can not conceal a hurting heart so I let the light ride my palms & blue walls or from where ever the stirring began When I forget to cry and love lies sleeping in dreams of gold just moving in pieces running through my head to fall into you when you go out blue for the heart Fear is naming love, being scared to fall through life learning nothing could it be that complex or is it that simple? Laying amidst silence on edges of reality I touch the water crying wondering, if the skies open would I recognize myself? will I again notice that sometimes beauty is the rain on my shoulders? {and I cried for you I dared to plead} but there is no rain, no dawn The bending of flowers can not be stopped and I await Aprils rain to soak the green and live in unity Perhaps I am too abstract for your document of understanding, maybe you prefer a bigger gift touching your hands Stillness settles watching butterflies tap glass I listened from the room, you were the last word, ecstasy breaking free between daylight & midnight empty ~~**~~ I never let one moment define me, I define myself by all moments and how they teach and touch me......02 |
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secondhanddreampoet Member Ascendant
since 2006-11-07
Posts 6394a 'Universalist' ! |
powerfully fine ‘write’! “Fear is naming love, being scared to fall through life learning nothing” … now that is truly a grand line! as is: “sometimes beauty is the rain on my shoulders” Spring Evening Rain There is more truth, beauty, and wisdom in a spring evening rain than all the pithy poems and weighty tomes of man. AND: “Stillness settles watching butterflies tap glass” … absolutely wonderful image! MUCH (long-sustained) applause for this 'penning' !! |
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Osprey Member
since 2009-04-12
Posts 249 |
So many class lines, the whole poem is worthy of quote. Melancholy wrapped in beauty. |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
This has the refined Lauren-touch definitely. Really beautiful, to read more than once. Love, Margherita |
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Enchantress Member Empyrean
since 2001-08-14
Posts 35113Canada eh. |
So very very beautiful.. written with such a delicate touch. Hugs~Nancy |
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BluesSerenade Member Patricius
since 2001-10-23
Posts 10549By the Seaside |
You are such a gifted poetess and your poetry is ever so lovely on the eyes and in the heart of your readers. hugs you~ |
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Robert E. Jordan Member Rara Avis
since 2008-01-25
Posts 8541Philadelphia, Pennsylvania |
Yo dear Greeneyes, In the line: "and I await Aprils rain" perhaps you mean the possessive of April, April's--unless of course you're talking about more than one April. Love Bobby |
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steavenr Member Elite
since 2003-11-17
Posts 4058 |
"Fear is naming love, being scared to fall through life learning nothing" ...this is, as others have noted, is a very special line (as far as the April rains go, though, as I sit watching the flood waters rise, I've had enough)  |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
Fine writing...James |
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Greeneyes
since 2000-09-09
Posts 9903In Your Poetic Mind |
robert yo...i write how i write...i meant it exactly as I wrote it ....~~**~~ I never let one moment define me, I define myself by all moments and how they teach and touch me......02 |
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Greeneyes
since 2000-09-09
Posts 9903In Your Poetic Mind |
hey all, thank you so much for taking time to read....I appreciate you all very much! luv and hugsss.....  ~~**~~ |
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Mark Bohannan Member Rara Avis
since 2000-06-21
Posts 7269In the winds of Cherokee song |
Well, just as the other "poets" have told you already, this is powerful, beautiful and holds the elegance we have to come to expect from you. So I will echo those comments as well if I may. I did find lines that just shouted out to me ... ******************************************** Fear is naming love, being scared to fall through life learning nothing ******************************************* Poetry at it's finest level ******************************************* could it be that complex or is it that simple? ******************************************** an honest question with perhaps a different answer for each of us ******************************************** Stillness settles watching butterflies tap glass ************************************************** freedom encased in lonliness in order to brighten the lives of others with only a soft plea for being noticed. ( at least that is the way I take it ) Still a fan of yours after all these years and shall remain so. A beautiful rendering you gave us. |
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vandana
since 1999-10-22
Posts 10463USA |
nice read |
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suthern
since 1999-07-29
Posts 20723Louisiana |
You had me from "hello"... or in this case... from those first two lines. *S* Sheer excellence! |
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Alison
since 2008-01-27
Posts 9318Lumpy oatmeal makes me crazy! |
I appreciate the power of your poetry - I liked too many lines to single one out. One thing that I really like is how you break your lines and phrases. I always am drawn to your poems. Alison |
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Greeneyes
since 2000-09-09
Posts 9903In Your Poetic Mind |
hey...thank you all for the replies...i appreciate you stopping by!  ~~**~~ |
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ctowen Member Elite
since 2001-10-18
Posts 2286Green Mountains of VT |
April's always did have a showering effect! ... keep a smile! : ) |
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Kaoru
since 2003-06-07
Posts 3892where the wild flowers grow |
"I touch the water crying wondering, if the skies open would I recognize myself? will I again notice that sometimes beauty is the rain on my shoulders?" Your writing really does have it's own environment, it's own weather. This is lovely and loved. |
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