Open Poetry #46 |
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Forever Mine |
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Richy Member Elite
since 2003-05-03
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I still can’t believe they made me the traffic coordinator of my brain? Good one huh? I’ve got, plain words taking off and landing at the same time. I have trains of thought still backed up at the depot. And how about all those ships of dreams I’ve still got waiting to come in to port. Not to mention all the traffic I’ve got backed up in your interstate for that hit and run on sentence in the divide. Funny how communication was a product of silence. There was a time when poetry, was, a tree. And river was a song that sawed into the earth. As mountains were the matinee and mist, the silver screen. How many leaves does it take, to make a poem? How many poems does it take, to make a forest? How many breaths does it take to make a sky? How many tears does it take for the wild, to cry? How much gravity will it take to burn a hole through, our time? I keep trying, not to write. I keep trying not to carve tattoos on the souls of your feats, with lips on your nectar swollen, and sweet. But then I keep tripping over nature and slipping on banana peels of peril, and province. That’s where rhythm and imagination is grown. Not by us. What are you kidding me? You don’t honestly think you write this stuff do you? We are all just plagiarizing posers and hackneyed hosers. Are you going to compare your words to a wheat field? Or your rhyme to the wind? Your prose was a rose when you were still swinging in your great, great four eyed grand pappy’s spectacles. My hands stopped belonging to my brain a long time ago. They only listen to my heart now, which only listens, to yours. Your fingers, typing words in my sleep, while your presence I keep, close in the shallow of shadows, so deep. My veins. They are running out, of ink. Finally, life has me just where, it wants me. All I ever wanted to do was discover a few thoughts that no one else, could find. Maybe next time huh? You know I never did get to my list of things I want to undo. What’s the goal of all this anyway? All this scribbling of branches into the eyes of our skies? Was it to live on, for always? To somehow, someway, be immortalized? What. One lifetime isn’t enough or what? This is, our ever last my love. I am, your kingdom come sweet dear. Don’t you know that by now? Haven’t I told you enough times already! Your eyes are my eternities they are my once, in a blue moons. As the endless beauty of your face was always, going to be my future. You are, my infinitude dear love. You are, my forever. |
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katahdin Senior Member
since 2010-07-01
Posts 1196ME. In the Shadow of the Mt. |
I wasn't too sure about this poem at first but it sucked me right in and I could not stop reading it! Nicely done. Kat >^..^< |
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Richy Member Elite
since 2003-05-03
Posts 3050 |
Kind of like a vortex? ![]() Thank you dearheart for the kind words! Richard xx |
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BluesSerenade Member Patricius
since 2001-10-23
Posts 10549By the Seaside |
Your poetry speaks to this heart of mine, like a whisper in the wind, warm and wonderful, and always endearing. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ As mountains were the matinee and mist, the silver screen. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Love that!! Hugs, you~ |
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Richy Member Elite
since 2003-05-03
Posts 3050 |
Lori you! You're like a ray in winter that breaks through the din, that tenderly reminds, that there is, still warmth in the wind, ever and lasting, gentle and soft, fingers of whisper, blue birds aloft. Thank you dear heart. You are ever missed. Richard xx |
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Eterne Member
since 2010-07-21
Posts 75Quebec, Canada |
"Are you going to compare your words to a wheat field? Or your rhyme to the wind?" I like that Your poem reads like three (to me), maybe dividing it would bring more transparency? |
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Richy Member Elite
since 2003-05-03
Posts 3050 |
Only three? I'm sorry my mind is always working at nine poems at a time ![]() ![]() |
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Honeybunch Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-29
Posts 7115South Africa |
Richy - Nine poems or ninety it's always a pleasure reading you. I understand exactly what you're saying here and you say it so very well. Deep, my friend, very deep and in those depths there is beauty. Helen |
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latearrival Member Ascendant
since 2003-03-21
Posts 5499Florida |
I am a "plagiarizing" lady friend. I love to read all your thoughts. Took this one from a posting of yours because it fits my thoughts. "I,m a nobody.But wait,nobody's perfect , right?" I like the way you ramble,alwaysinteresting. latearrival |
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Richy Member Elite
since 2003-05-03
Posts 3050 |
Helen! So you're the one who understands my scribbles, I was wondering who that was?? ![]() Thank you dear friend, your the sweetest!! Richard xx |
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Richy Member Elite
since 2003-05-03
Posts 3050 |
Thank you Latearrival, yes we'll be perfect nobody's together okay?? ![]() Thanks dear! Antonio xx |
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