Open Poetry #3 |
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Simple thoughts |
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Severn Member Rara Avis
since 1999-07-17
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How is your hand, your head, the hole in the wall of your heart? How is the fishtank's glow or has it gone, leaving you staring at an empty space instead? But you my love were never one to sit and simply gaze, oh no: you run, and you jump, you leap with the life of many, carrying a notebook to capture all the essence of living. As water flows from taps or faucets, depending on learned language, what scenes do your beautiful eyes dissolve through those windows wiped with Windex? Is your desk groaning with the weight of 28 waiting ideas? Or is it moaning in anticipation of one hundred more it's yearning to hold? and, I wonder - how are your pens feeling? Impassioned or scared: reliant on color, blue pens - of course - would run themselves dry just to avoid an onslaught of passion while black straight up would stand and cry: 'Create your life-moments with I!' Perhaps dust motes float in the air with the passage slow of your breath and I know the heart of your home though I haven't seen it yet. Do tell - is your futon warm against the invasion of winter's chill? You step out the door and into your classic leaving the spaces empty yet I linger still, in the airy surrounds and imagine you there, warming the walls and heart of your home with the charisma that touches all. My water of life I've found in the undrinkable reaches of American soil and that river flows from he to me sustaining and calming my soul, for through his life I see the life of I and yearn to shadow his halls. 28.10.99 KM [This message has been edited by Severn (edited 10-28-1999).] |
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Christopher
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Member Rara Avis
since 1999-08-02
Posts 8296Purgatorial Incarceration |
"Simple?" Hardly my heart. Instead, I find the deep ruminations of your mind mirroring mine, (echo,) with the exception of the locale. But know that if home is where the heart is, I am homeless no more, I reside within your soul. Thank you again K for bringing a wistful smile to my face in a time of need! |
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Watcher666 Senior Member
since 1999-10-13
Posts 1606 |
So beautiful.....loved it! ------------------ Illusion...what we see and what we do...it's all up to you. |
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Isis Member Ascendant
since 1999-09-06
Posts 6296Sunny Queensland |
Beautiful and longing, just the way I like 'em ![]() ------------------ How long after you are gone will ripples remain as evidence that you were cast into the pool? ~Isis~ (Daughter of Mystery) |
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Severn Member Rara Avis
since 1999-07-17
Posts 7704 |
Chris - shockingly, I have to agree (hehe) that my heart is your home, always. Thankyou, for not thinking it simple! The emotions behind it certainly aren't! Watcher - thankyou dear. ![]() |
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Severn Member Rara Avis
since 1999-07-17
Posts 7704 |
Whoops - didn't mean to miss you Isis! Thankyou! Longing indeed - always... |
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Michael
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Member Rara Avis
since 1999-08-13
Posts 7666California |
Yeah...simple...there is so much to this, and getting to know Chris I had to chuckle through the first two stanzas...I think he writes in crayons just so he can have 64 colors. Some deep thought behind this, a ver well crafted piece. Simple, indeed, with such a longing behind it. Be blessed you two, you will be together soon. ------------------ Michael Anderson Is all that we see or seem but a dream within a dream? |
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Denise
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-08-22
Posts 22648 |
Very beautiful thoughts! Far from simple! ------------------ Denise |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
awesome write Kamla |
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Severn Member Rara Avis
since 1999-07-17
Posts 7704 |
Well Dix, thanks...this time marked the time when I started to write in the real you know? About concrete things - lots of metaphor and imagery still...but the concrete started slipping in.. hugs you. ![]() |
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