The Simplicity Of Imbolc (redux)

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Open Poetry #48

The Simplicity Of Imbolc (redux)

icebox
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since 2003-05-03

Posts 4383
in the shadows

0 posted 2012-02-01 08:32 PM

When candles burn
in steady pace,
night balanced
on Midwinter's face,
evening turns within itself,
churning,
chasing heady curls of promise
laced in clouds and woven
through with incense smoke,
as if enthralled by captives
tangled
bindings on a private joke
spun and lost to history,
as if drift of time itself
could be contained
within pace of hope,
as mystery
polished by the patient,
pretenders in belief.

©2005, 2012 by icebox

The_Doctors_Angel_32
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since 2011-01-14

Posts 337
Florida, USA

1 posted 2012-02-01 09:22 PM

This is an awesome poem. It made me think. I truly enjoyed the read!!!

When the family is together, the soul is at peace - Russian Proverb

ebonygirl
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since 2011-07-14

Posts 2000
California U.S.A

2 posted 2012-02-02 01:11 AM

Much wisdom imparted, enjoyed.
Ms. E

tracie66
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since 2000-01-18

Posts 4713
Australia

3 posted 2012-02-02 01:56 AM

ooh well penned, loved it!

Love is the life of the soul...
It is the harmony of the universe
— W. E. Channing

OwlSA
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since 2005-11-07

Posts 9347
Durban, South Africa

4 posted 2012-02-02 02:12 AM

After looking up "Imbolc", this beauty became comprehensible to me. I love your own richly tapestried comment on Imbolc:

as if enthralled by captives
tangled
bindings on a private joke
spun and lost to history,
as if drift of time itself
could be contained
within pace of hope,
as mystery
polished by the patient,
pretenders in belief.

Owl

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