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Suffer Unto Me The Children Of Beltane's Fire
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Suffer Unto Me The Children Of Beltane's Fire |
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icebox Member Elite
since 2003-05-03
Posts 4383in the shadows 
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Here, when in early Spring with apple green of life recalled and budding fresh in trees, I'm gathering herbs and sacred woods for drawing down a living fire, when soon the moon will be too bright for sleeping I'm no longer fingering threads of time, weaving spells of measure bringing fevered legs that heat too easily bearing throbbing charms to spread before my fire, I find instead my self lingering in peace my gardens' pathways bring despite shadowed remembering, for me, outside this fortress' door any warmth of sunshine's sting is fatal over time. I am a nighttime creature blest with having lived life at its best gifted with memories of all the lessons, tests and trials, a bequest inherited for my self from almost countless lives I've lived before. When I was young I thought this knowing should be shared, but with age, finding no one really cared beyond sharp gasp and sigh the moment brings when soaring high the maiden sings grasping yet to breathe in air of freedom waiting there outside each garden door, I learned it's best to hide stark meanings in the lines, words clinging to themselves like straw caught in tines of idle fork propped by fence post aging in dark corner over there. ©2006, 2014 by icebox |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
Here's to that living fire you have built even though the threads of time and shadowed remembering touches you. You, a nocturnal creature understanding that what we have to say towards the end nobody much cares to hear. I guess that is how it should be, to let them find out their own truths themselves. And you hide your meanings inside your words and if they perchance find it they might think they thought of it themselves. I thoroughly enjoyed this one Icebox. P.S. I missed what was in the title the first time. Now that I am aware, the poem takes on a meaning slightly different that I'd once thought. Not enough to make me change my original thoughts, but enough that I wanted to tell you. ~*~ Why is bra singular and panties plural? ~*~ |
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Lori Grosser Rhoden Member Patricius
since 2009-10-10
Posts 10202Fair to middlin' of nowhere |
Icebox, I very much enjoy your mystic ponderings. This is especially good Lori  |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
A most touching write, with wonderful poetic renderings of deep thoughts. I felt goosebumps reading ... quote: quote: This morning I put a flower into my hair and this gesture made me instantly think of beloved Karen/Serenity as she once encouraged me to not be shy about flowers in my hair ... and now your poem brought yet again back the thought of Karen, as if she shared within my heart the beauty of your poem. Outstanding work. Margherita |
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BluesSerenade Member Patricius
since 2001-10-23
Posts 10549By the Seaside |
Your thoughts are a warm caress that touch deeply upon my heart and soul. The wisdom that comes with age is evident in your poetic ponderings. Life is a journey that's for sure..to a peaceful place of mind if you will..and if we are lucky enough to reflect on the long and winding roads we traveled over the years with a clear mind and love in our hearts...then i have lived! After all the bumps in the road that tripped me up.. I wouldn't be the same without the scars... I feel humbled and grateful to have come this far...and your poem has given me great perspective. You are a fine poet and all that is wise and wonderful. |
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icebox Member Elite
since 2003-05-03
Posts 4383in the shadows |
Thank you all for the kindness of your time and comments. |
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