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Sedona North (Especially For Philip)
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Sedona North (Especially For Philip) |
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haze Senior Member
since 1999-11-03
Posts 528Bethlehem, PA USA 
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Sedona North by north- east of Ajo, sleeps under rough woven blankets. Tradition macrame'd in reds, blacks, and blues remains unbleached by twilight wind worn sand streaks. Sneakered rubber tourist souls tread past evening vespers barked by silver haired bats, hummed in concentric circles of Gaia, home among ghost flowers. Pearly stones passing secrets beneath restless children’s shuffling feet, fathers shuffling big dollars back into waist wallets sticky grasp. Sand shifts with the balance but Sedona songs sing on. I stand among them as Joan, arched on an hourglass. A shadow of arms out- stretched, palms up holding the scales of fading sun, harvesting moon, fluting tribal chants. Still among Mariposa red, I listen to night swallow gently. Ionized fingers playing through the soul. I stand sifting sand. Still, without shoes, on magnetic wisdom weaving due north. haze < !signature--> "I shall leave nothing before matchsticks." [This message has been edited by haze (edited 01-29-2000).] |
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Local Rebel Member Ascendant
since 1999-12-21
Posts 5767Southern Abstentia |
Another blossom from the desert flower to pour fragrant images into my wintered senses... Oh -- do it again lexissa.... do it again.. |
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haze Senior Member
since 1999-11-03
Posts 528Bethlehem, PA USA |
Well thank you my fine friend... My pleasure to please such image-hungry eyes, Just for you LR...This is the close of the series... Ajo, My Arizona-Love, Had I thought of flying, felt the stones sift and turn to the edge; I would have leapt. Leaning into the wind, drinking the toddy of flora scent ascending into millennium blue. Had I thought of opening superstitious envelopes with the black mountain’s blade; I would have loosened Fate to fall like love letters into open canyon mouths. Had I thought. Felt that last ghost flower kiss, the need of pearly stones, the wavering in the wind as red rocks rough sand twisted beneath my feet; I would be still. Without shoes, magnetized and ionized to Gaia. Still standing, arched over hour- glass shadows, palms up. Turned to the east, watching wet sun rise from the arid floor. Had I thought; I would be still. Ajo My Arizona-Love. ~haze "I shall leave nothing before matchsticks." |
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Local Rebel Member Ascendant
since 1999-12-21
Posts 5767Southern Abstentia |
Thank you its delightful... and just for me!!!  It's too much like chocolate though -- I could never get enough... |
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Local Rebel Member Ascendant
since 1999-12-21
Posts 5767Southern Abstentia |
Second time through it drips -- like a melting ice cream cone in the desert -- chocolate and vanilla swirling on my scorched tongue... "I would have loosened Fate to fall like love letters into open canyon mouths. Had I thought." This is a compelling image of desire my poet friend -- you are dabomb |
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Poertree Senior Member
since 1999-11-05
Posts 1359UK |
Yes Haze now I understand much better .. the only desert I've ever been in was in S Africa but there are similarities. "hummed in concentric circles" .. excellent do the bats follow the magnetism? does the sand really shift? I also understand "sneakered rubber tourist souls" .. .. physical rubber preventing "contact" - souls incapable of reverberating in any case "night swallow gently" .. amazing imagery ! as is "ionised fingers" .. that phrase I can FEEL ! This part puzzles me: "I stand among them as Joan, arched on an hourglass" "Joan arc***" seems to be rather co-incidental .. any connection? Beautiful buzzing poem Philip |
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