Open Poetry #48 |
On Tracing |
Sunshine
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On Tracing What is left, then, when withered-blue tendrils still cling, but roots are gone, cold and buried, after once when we were genetically inclined when all was warm, but now, now that all is November remembered, what is left in print and time? Memories are riling, storming under some cloud’s vindictive, pounding rain, while once before thundering skies left you and me to find our own hands in some space without room, moving in pant o’ mine, taking up a piece of parchment, lead pencil, and je ne sais quoi…. we went to the window, you, and I, placing thin skinned paper toward the glazed glass of rain-pelted hoary glow then eyed one another for whose hand should be traced, around each finger, up down, carving, curving around scars and nails deep into the length of grasp, to have and to hold, from this day forward, a way to live forever, and if we had found a way to carve in the veins, we could have, should have. You won. So did I. repost - from 2006 |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
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quote: You are correct, Karilea, some things are difficult to express. However, I think you charmed the difficulty out of this one and expressed yourself quite well here. ~*~ If they give you lined paper, write sideways. ~*~ |
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secondhanddreampoet Member Ascendant
since 2006-11-07
Posts 6394a 'Universalist' ! |
superb! ... glad you 're-posted' it (I had not seen this before). |
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Michael
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Glad you dug this one back out K. I can remember some very similar tracing episodes from what seems like a past life. Some very good memories nonetheless. Thank you. Michael |
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JL Member Ascendant
since 2004-04-01
Posts 6128Texas, USA |
This is stunning. I had to read it several times, and will again. Really enjoyed mulling over your words and the thoughts you put together. JL Love the Lord your God with all your heart, and with all your soul,and with all your mind. Love your neighbor as yourself. |
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Kethry D Member
since 2010-04-12
Posts 64Australia |
I remember this although je ne sais quoi purquois. It's still wonderful. A poet must leave traces of his passing not proof. Rene Char |
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Sunshine
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Keth, because, my dear, just because... JL...stunning...wow. It's like a deer being hit with a blank, falls, and finds out it can run again if it just gets back up on its feet. Thank you.... Michael, past lives and reflection...can be good for all of us...I read some of my works from way back and you should only be in my mind for those moments! 2ndhanddrmpoet...thank you so much... JP, all things for me are difficult to express, unless I can take a moment to sit, reflect, express. Please do not ever give me a verbal exam...I shall fail! Thank you all! |
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ebonygirl Member Elite
since 2011-07-14
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"we went to the window, you, and I, placing thin skinned paper toward the glazed glass of rain-pelted hoary glow then eyed one another for whose hand should be traced, around each finger, up down, carving, curving around scars and nails deep into the length of grasp, to have and to hold, from this day forward, a way to live forever, and if we had found a way to carve in the veins, we could have, " Sunshine, Love your description of this... Hands are so special. Ms. E. |
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Lady Goodman Member
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VAS Member Rara Avis
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I'm with ebonygirl in that the section she lifted out was the one that gripped hold of my spirit the most. I enjoyed the whole piece, but you grasped my heart, mind and spirit with the traces of veins, the hands and the could have should have LOVELY! Whether on the shoal or on the shore, |
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