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the future corridor of doves
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the future corridor of doves |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738
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Dancing crazy daisies I... Oh, I have been alone alot. Behind the sign of trespassing wandering where no one ought: watching lines of distances waver like a lava lamp purple flowers I don't know buffer me from yellow dots sprinkled there aside the road and wires barb the barrier wearying my somber bones longing for a graze I moan aching highway irises and I am so far from my home looking for what I have not in patterned pines and red dirt road gravity and I feel old: clawing claustrophobically as war cries of the battle Sun calling all his soldiers bold melt those patches of the snow there within a ridge of trees - spiking middle fingers fly a million miles of Christmas seed bullying that winter sky verdantly obscene, they seem projections of my wicked need to find the other side, I ride between the lines off Hwy 1 future corridors of doves ignoring all the signs, I smile: I lied about the snow. |
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Susan Caldwell Member Rara Avis
since 2002-12-27
Posts 8348Florida |
poignantly beautiful...  "too bad ignorance isn't painful" |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
 what snow |
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Susan Caldwell Member Rara Avis
since 2002-12-27
Posts 8348Florida |
 because I can and it needs to be. "too bad ignorance isn't painful" |
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Marchmadness Member Rara Avis
since 2007-09-16
Posts 9271So. El Monte, California |
Excellent write, Karen. Ida |
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wranx Member Elite
since 2002-06-07
Posts 3689Moved from a shack to a barn |
You'd know the title would bring a yeti 'round to read....and so it did A Beaut,Karenity and yes, I know, I owes ya an email... I jess been cornfluzzled lately 'bout mebbe trading the Canada for the Nene |
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OwlSA Member Rara Avis
since 2005-11-07
Posts 9347Durban, South Africa |
I loved once again meandering through your mind, especially enjoying the nostalgia and that honest, fearless truth that is so much a part of you. I loved every little bit of the poem, but I especially loved the last line - unexpected (but then what part of your poetry ever is expected????), ironically more honest than honest - and it is a wonderful climax? anti-climax? Just too sad for a birthday, though, although it may just have been a momentary thing and a good time to take out the memories and examine each of them and share them with us. Thanks for taking us on the journey through the future corridor of doves. - Owl |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
I neglected to mention that this is a repost.  "the future corridor of doves" is one of the signs along Hwy 1. This one was previously entitled "ignoring all the signs" and normally I do, but that one caught my attention, as I pictured a buncha doves walking down the road... I'm weird.  Total understatement, huh?  thank you for reading, or re-reading, whichever the case might be |
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Brian James Member
since 2005-06-26
Posts 147Winnipeg |
Great poem. Impeccable meter (duh, what's meter? never heard of it). Only YOU, Serenity, could be sensitive to the sexuality of plants. Loved it. Glad to see you're still writing. "To me, the thing that art does for life is to clean it, to strip it to form." |
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OwlSA Member Rara Avis
since 2005-11-07
Posts 9347Durban, South Africa |
Yes you are weird - unweirdly weird - or perhaps weirdly unweird! Fortunately so am I, so understand you far better than I would if you weren't weird! Smiles. I am so glad you didn't ignore that sign. Otherwise we wouldn't have this poem. Giggling at the picture of a buncha doves walking the highway! - Owl |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
As soon as I read "dancing crazy daisies I .." I felt totally part of your wondrous poetic ride  ... and it was fun, I love to dance the emotional waves. And if we could not explore and go beyond the men-set limits, we would be victims of claustrophobic attacks, no doubt. Love and hugs poetess! Margherita  |
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