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Irish Member
since 2006-05-02
Posts 50Ft Benning |
For all the ladies who's soldiers are over seas tonight  Stilled with ensuant hours, An ecdysis of these silver ringed minutes pass, wet palm prints gripped on a half mooned hip. Is she spinning with these fingertips of time ? She adorns for this journey to Babylon in granite columns of composure. Traversing an Indiana sky, her frightened child's eye cries out to see beyond another bruised day. " I just wish you could stay. " Her body, a stain trembling with the refrain of grieving angels. But beliefs are not slow moving clocks, off by a few minute prayers. They are acts of contrition, facts shaped with hands and minutes. Rather than gather regret just to reset in winsome words without willing, she takes solace in these virgin wombed hours. Deep in the cathedral she'll dream and it would seem miracles are Porphyry. A Stone Love baptized like pietas of sacred faith. A sanctuary patterns ,in poetry, ceilings of skies which seem insensible and yet held fast. Meet me in the temple , my heart, tracing with grace these consequent hours rimmed with silence. As her heart slips away to Babylon, she still senses his vibration. A sensation, she breathes with a lulling undertock of breast. And all she knows as her heart goes, so does the best of her to Babylon. She grasps this man, this hymn of Lazarus, reviving with a new breath his body shrouded with death. Envisioning the resurrection of life, she lives in these beloved future hours, rewinding her photo album of embraces. In the stasis of pained glass he has camed her with the boned ivory of his healing soul. Her heart has flown to Babylon and yet she cries , " Oh my Love I just wish you could stay " feeling the cadence of dreamimg prayerwheels and his hand upon her face . Still and Always My Love ... |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
I know you wrote this with some particularly pained and patient ladies in mind, but if you don't mind, I think I'll claim this line for all of us, who have ever waited, wondering if life will change forever with the jagged movement of a hand on the clock: "she takes solace in these virgin wombed hours." Well it's not like I would KNOW, but um? wow. (rubbin' my belly, remembering swift kicks and "wows") |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
quote: Impressive work. I know of the "Waiting" of men who have their women out there too. And I know that their waiting is even more painful. Peace and Love. Margherita |
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Dark Stranger Member Patricius
since 2001-03-19
Posts 13631West Coast |
ms Irish...a warrior song is the most beautiful musical spend in the world...you would heal the wounds of many spartons with this.. it is a shame we are just at the beginning.. |
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Irish Member
since 2006-05-02
Posts 50Ft Benning |
K ~ I remember those " wows " too Darlin . Those were good moments huh ? Just you and them and the Morse code of mother and child wow indeed ! Thank you baby doll M ~ I meant no disservice to those men . I simply wrote it from the perspective of a woman which is what I am. thank you for the read dear ... Dark ~ yeahhhhhh . I miss my Spartan thank you |
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