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LeeJ Member Patricius
since 2003-06-19
Posts 13296
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most of the time I do fly don’t know why, I just do finding so much literature in nature illustrative lessons and plans of teachings working no immediate transformation but… lately nature’s verse has been changing tastes of circumstances like rolling naked in morning dew I should be flying, but can’t get off the ground… where is sudden brilliant imagination? That so well knew me as a child that which the years had given me so freely my verse seems darkly discolored shades of grays, browns yet, natures astonishing productivity sill beckons me, hautingly “come, come away, fly with me again” Oh God, how I long to but see cancer everywhere and hide, because the family isn’t there…. Perhaps…. the lasik treatments are failing? is there any difference in this place of cynical detachment? you bet it merges with human identity causing spiritual collapse psychoanalysis where temperatures & humidity rises to fall again…and again I am sorry perception grew over my efforts wild creatures travel through the dark animals regularly finish my sentences I focus harder to be concise, so nobody can tell aging floats face down scattered to the wind write, and fly, mostly on logic and common sense my moral universe is no longer his but he still has memory of paint, the womb of cherry blossoms, remembers I occupy this place building intimacy with that far horizon, look! There, can you see it! and fear nothing but the woman who has taken my voice I look away, and hope, ridding self of assumption we kept each other alive with those little hands of stories and those celtic songs of waining… engraving spiritual arts richly hued journeys though, I know, to fly on to that immense power of place, to that primal energy of azure oceans family is there, as was before just can’t help but turn blue, from the time we’ve lost…. Ohhhh, I know he’s far from perfect and I continue to yell out the small crack in the window we are merely passers through someday, while flying, wheat fields will sway green fingers, reaching out to this engraved bare wood I leave behind He is hurting to… |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
"and fear nothing but the woman who has taken my voice" Nodding here, with less vigor than I usedta, 'cause it hurts sometimes. But this line leapt out at me, as it's the one to which I can most relate. I had the same startling realization after I thought, "I wouldn't want to fight me"--and then I realized I'd been doing precisely that my entire life. So me and Karen have an uneasy truce goin' on.  Feel better soon...this too, can pass. I've missed you darlin.  With hugs for the pain of it all. |
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Honeybunch Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-29
Posts 7115South Africa |
LeeJ - I haven't been here much owing to computer problems but am so glad to find you here now. You always take the reader on amazing journeys ... when you fly because you do fly, you know. I do hope all is well with you. I'm also on the verge of a new beginning so here's to "us"! Love Helen |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
engraving spiritual arts richly hued journeys though, I know, to fly on to that immense power of place, to that primal energy of azure oceans Dear LeeJ, good to see you back, write your shadows and your light always please. You offer exceptional poetic gifts here. ((((LeeJ)))) You are beautiful! Love and hugs. Margherita  |
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Larrysmom Senior Member
since 2008-04-03
Posts 533Florida, USA |
Wow! This is pure poetry... so beautiful yet makes me feel sad. Gorgeous writing. Tammy<333 |
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NeonKnight Junior Member
since 2008-04-12
Posts 36New South Wales, Australia |
This is a very beautiful and very powerful poem, it was a pleasure to read though a little sad. |
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