Open Poetry #6 |
Anamcara |
RAM Member
since 2000-03-24
Posts 153 |
Anamcara no chills can claim a place for long here in the temple of my being - my body, your body. lines...cells blur and blend, as what we know through touch is what we know in unity. the simple act of sighing becomes imbued with memories of touches not yet shared - yet shared with breaths of air from ancient unions. then, your sweet whispers come to me as clearly as on other nights when each caress of word is passion, peace, unison. © RAM 2/26/00 |
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Denise
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-08-22
Posts 22648 |
This is lovely, RAM! I especially loved the lines 'yet shared with breaths of air from ancient unions.' Absolutely wonderful! Denise |
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hoot_owl_rn Member Patricius
since 1999-07-05
Posts 10750Glen Hope, PA USA |
Oh...I like your style. Very nicely done here |
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Marge Tindal
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
RAM~ Such beautiful recalling of memories from the heart. Welcome to our Passion family. ~*Marge*~ ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ [email protected] |
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Corinne Member Ascendant
since 1999-10-28
Posts 5167state of confusion |
Rick, A ghrá mo chroí, Níl aon tintéan mar do thintéan féin. Mairg darab galar an grádh Mairg darab galar an grádh, gibé fath fá n-abraim é is deacair sgarthain re a pháirt; truagh an cás a bhfuilim féin. An grádh-soin tugas gan fhios, ós é mo leas gan a luadh, muna fhaghad furtacht tráth, biaidh mo bhláth go tana truagh An fear-soin dá dtugas grádh, 's nách féadaim a rádh ós aird, dá gcuire sé mise i bpéin, go madh dó féin bhus céad mairg! Isibeul ní Mhic Cailín Anamcara, Corinne |
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Windrider Silverbreeze Junior Member
since 2000-03-21
Posts 33 |
Questing for the life long ancient, Few will ever find, And yet I hear their voices, In your subtle mind. (Very well written) |
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