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LeeJ Member Patricius
since 2003-06-19
Posts 13296
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Adoption of Angels Yarn spinner, activity driving fascination Recoiling upright, polished intellect Never experiencing breakfast alone My solitude grows more extreme To which I confess, enjoys liberty Slightly perverse Though, smiling at collected moods And the good woman whose faults Are not over stricken with mocking tongues Life and Heaven come to savor As I go to the window each morning for crumbs After all, I am from their tone and spirit a bird... The all of me Perhaps I am a vocalist of Venice With domestic interests Carrying some stone fanatical reverence For the arts I am a marble of granite Hewn into something from which spring grew Evading opposition, the hands of depression And the spirits of fear I knew.. I am the runaway child On a train to anywhere but here So much regard to circumstance Becomes invariably anxious Like some new retreat Bed and breakfast by the sea It's simply wearing beautiful silks Pale sweet colors of afternoons Wandering in the mind of nature She gives me her autograph In pictorial passages Where I shall be if you call I will stammer of course When you stand in the entrance hall Though I will try true politeness Training curiosity Sincerely mine To a circle of defiance Dwelling on the space given for growth It is there I'll take impression Not in jealousy Nor dislike Never! But in a space which facilitates good ghosts Who are amused by intimate friends The angel who guides me Withholding nothing Speaking fully of some deep sense I've watched this for years Thus,,,stirred & overcome with humbleness Childlike simplicity touches Like a husband of deeper means Scottish ballads written in granite Singing of the Bonny morning where Courage never fails Witnessing a thousand rainbows... Encouraging strangers to know green The true believers of dreams Sometimes faced with course evenings... Yet, their wings shooting straight up towards heaven By LeeJ © 2005 LeeJ |
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bel1e Senior Member
since 2006-07-24
Posts 1631 |
Wow~ this is a rich tapestry, LeeJ~ |
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JL Member Ascendant
since 2004-04-01
Posts 6128Texas, USA |
"I am the runaway child On a train to anywhere but here So much regard to circumstance Becomes invariably anxious Like some new retreat Bed and breakfast by the sea" Great write Lee J. This verse especially. JL  |
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Honeybunch Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-29
Posts 7115South Africa |
"I am a marble of granite Hewn into something from which spring grew Evading opposition, the hands of depression And the spirits of fear I knew.." Love this LeeJ! |
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aziza Member Elite
since 2006-07-09
Posts 2995Lumpy Oatmeal makes me Crazy! |
I have read this again and again -- and see wonderful woven into (as Baby Girl says) a tapestry. You are a weaver, an artis, a poet - and a beautiful person. All of which shines through in works like this one. Alison |
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Earth Angel Member Empyrean
since 2002-08-27
Posts 40215Realms of Light |
Lee, you are a fine spinner of yarns! I am captivated by your poetry. In this poem, here is an illustration of why I enjoy reading you. "Pale sweet colors of afternoons Wandering in the mind of nature She gives me her autograph In pictorial passages" You have a uniquely colourful way of expressing yourself through the written word! Love to you, Contessa Poetessa! Linda |
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1slick_lady Member Ascendant
since 2000-12-22
Posts 6088standing on a shadow's lace |
you are so talented that you amaze me |
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The Lady Member Rara Avis
since 2005-12-26
Posts 7634The Southwest |
"Perhaps I am a vocalist of Venice With domestic interests Carrying some stone fanatical reverence For the arts" and I agree with Helen |
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