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nothing else matters: ashes to ink
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nothing else matters: ashes to ink |
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Greeneyes  
since 2000-09-09
Posts 9903In Your Poetic Mind 
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nothing else matters: ashes to ink: even oceans would rise to meet his touch (i,f only) the sand/s would wave his dunes bare footprints while the sea grass whispers to its-self the mystery of salt and tears fill the space ,(in),between speak your soul, because shadows know and often never tell why you pray when in silence as if nothing else matters: every where flowers, palms of hand, leaves of time, bare witness to being lonely the spirit of some forgotten art right there --spoken from your mouth watch as it falls blue again the tears come when the mind can not endure such prayers here in this thought there are no seperate word/s-- no seperate religion/s to follow just heart when I can look to the temple of the stars and wish upon the sky more days pass-- bitter and cold winter/s -- crimson petals-- and empty vases no longer hold their meaning it makes liquid glass easy to ,break, bend, and melt I can find you when looking at myself even now I'mstill stained at the edges nothing else matters. ~~**~~ 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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Mark Bohannan Member Rara Avis
since 2000-06-21
Posts 7269In the winds of Cherokee song |
You paint vividly the story and the emotions behind it. Your passion of heart shows in this as it does in your others and is nothing less than delight to read works with so much depth in them. ****************************************** every where flowers, palms of hand, leaves of time, bare witness to being lonely ****************************************** To embrace the lonliness along with the emote such as you do, take that power and use it to live and love each day to the extreme in all your color (s).  |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
Your words always pluck deeply the inner heart strings that reverberate with passionate emotion. A powerfully poignant piece. Ditto to what Mark wrote. |
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Mark Bohannan Member Rara Avis
since 2000-06-21
Posts 7269In the winds of Cherokee song |
Bumping because there is no legitimate reason for only 2 replies.  |
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Kaoru
since 2003-06-07
Posts 3892where the wild flowers grow |
Gosh this is really, really good. |
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ctowen Member Elite
since 2001-10-18
Posts 2286Green Mountains of VT |
A master glassblower, bubbles of delight from her furnace of flames and ash. Just the right touch of air, the correct degree of turn. Not too much of the other, tempered. It is the wait that reflects the beauty .... |
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secondhanddreampoet Member Ascendant
since 2006-11-07
Posts 6394a 'Universalist' ! |
wonderful lines here! (for example): “leaves of time, bare witness to being lonely” ; “the spirit of some forgotten art” ; “empty vases no longer hold their meaning” ; AND, my personal favorite: “when I can look to the temple of the stars and wish upon the sky” [as a 'Universalist' ... I can't help but LOVE that one!] MUCH applause for this ‘penning’ !! |
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Greeneyes
since 2000-09-09
Posts 9903In Your Poetic Mind |
luv and hugsss to all, thanks so much for stopping y...:squueze: ~~**~~ |
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Alison
since 2008-01-27
Posts 9318Lumpy oatmeal makes me crazy! |
This is so poignant. It's a keeper, Lauren. Alison |
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BluesSerenade Member Patricius
since 2001-10-23
Posts 10549By the Seaside |
his dunes bare footprints while the sea grass whispers to its-self the mystery of salt and tears fill the space ,(in),between ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Oh Dear Lord, your words sting my eyes, and tug at my heart. It is those alone times that I take comfort in. Your poem is like a chenille blanket, it just feels so right and so warm. Hugs, Lauren~ |
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