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Seminar 2 In A minor Chords
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Seminar 2 In A minor Chords |
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Cpat Hair
since 2001-06-05
Posts 11793 |
It is a breathless form Moving as does the line at edge of shade under tree To retreat and die with moon Be reborn upon a sunrise to travel once more From long gentle traces upon the day To shortened pace where it would hide With some deep trespass of desire Only to grow a long darker beard and blend Among the faces of foreigners that peer Owl eyed among the leavings and comings We once laughed within the hidden door As in the alley we stood gathered amid the arms and tangles That was the lust of being young And caressed the firm breast of experience Always in a heat to consume so much more Than we thought we could hold Innocence became the threads we tied to finger’s end Making dance with jerky steps the puppet hearts Half grinning to amuse In a half scoured rake of eye upon the clock We learned to march along Single file upon the edge of curb a teeter of will That we not fall too hard and end the day As invalids or crippled turbans upon a sweating brow That labored in the sun Growing old and tan Our worn faces but a white reflection in dark mirror Dressed with fine black bunting to mourn An err Of windows opened too far Or Old beggars pleading alms to ease The emptiness of palms You traced experience between the bricks Leaving mortar lines another poem of grace Other eyes might read or lovers as might we have been Should god or Allah decided an age had passed And the wormwood veins of time had collapsed To leave that moment more If in a kiss Or the way my hand might follow the soft hip You leaned into the noise Then leaped with both arms outstretched Catching a furrowed wind Wishing wings to marry nude the clouds so you might scream your own pleasure In a soft whisper of sighs I watched your thighs As you walked with your back to me And thought them wrapped around me As I pulled instead the length of scarf around my neck Then watched an old Italian man toddle across your path His dog in tow amid the wreck of pedestrians It is a breathless form Always moving as might the very edge of shadows Born within |
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Gentle Spirit Member Patricius
since 2000-10-09
Posts 13989 |
oh what a read to start my morning with Capt.....something to savor all day. Niiice sir, very nice indeed........ after a fall I get back up, |
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Dark Stranger Member Patricius
since 2001-03-19
Posts 13631West Coast |
Capt Cpat, well done, hemingway with long sleeves here |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
"You traced experience between the bricks Leaving mortar lines another poem of grace Other eyes might read or lovers as might we have been" Such memories can keep you warm on a cold night. |
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The_Nameless_One Member
since 2007-01-20
Posts 165Missouri |
very captivating nicely done |
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The Lady Member Rara Avis
since 2005-12-26
Posts 7634The Southwest |
kind of leaves one with no breath to take |
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bel1e Senior Member
since 2006-07-24
Posts 1631 |
I love this one, Chief~ ~smooches ~baby |
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Martie
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
"It is a breathless form Always moving as might the very edge of shadows Born within" As is this poem.  |
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Earth Angel Member Empyrean
since 2002-08-27
Posts 40215Realms of Light |
"Then leaped with both arms outstretched Catching a furrowed wind Wishing wings to marry nude the clouds so you might scream your own pleasure In a soft whisper of sighs" ~ 'angel' blushing here!  I do have my moments! A stirring write! EA |
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inkedgoddess Member Rara Avis
since 2002-11-19
Posts 7392Ohio |
youre smooth |
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Cpat Hair
since 2001-06-05
Posts 11793 |
thank you all for dropping in on this ... stolen time right now but wanted to come by and thank everyone... |
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Corinne Member Ascendant
since 1999-10-28
Posts 5167state of confusion |
Hello old friend, You have not lost your touch -- one can always count on bit of meditation flowing through your work and always count on passion. Corinne |
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