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bsquirrel
since 2000-01-03
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-soul's spoken verse- freestyle My soul is a stone I keep beneath my tongue. When I laugh it tastes like the sky. When I cry it burns like the sun. Sometimes I roll it in my mouth, Pressed against my teeth. Sometimes I try to bite it Before I bring it back beneath. And it wells in small pinpoint drops of copper blood. And it has a little voice -- it whispers. Tells me in song how to be strong, Or how to fall and hang without grace. Sometimes the stone fits in my hand And I squeeze my soul in my fist. Sometimes I juggle it with common rocks And it's immediately missed. It is so round, so small, so hard, Such a tiny little crumb rounded and smooth And ready to prove what I don't even know I have inside. It's almost the color of a dusky heart. Like a cherry with its stem plucked, Its seeds sucked, Its juice removed. It almost feels oily -- But when I roll it in my fingers There's nothing; no residue. Is it the eye of an insect, One small piece of the compound fracture? Is it a lining from the clouds, To try to prove some divine rapture? Is it a small seed that if I plant in the ground A lotus will spring? Is it an atom of a cell of some being we cannot see? It is part of me. And for safe-keeping, I like to place it beneath my tongue. And sometimes it seeps into my mouth, The taste of it. And those words are poetry to hear. [This message has been edited by bsquirrel (edited 06-30-2000).] |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
My soul is a stone I keep beneath my tongue. When I laugh it tastes like the sky. When I cry it burns like the sun. --------------- And it wells in small pinpoint drops of copper blood. And it has a little voice -- it whispers. Tells me in song how to be strong, Or how to fall and hang without grace. Sometimes the stone fits in my hand And I squeeze my soul in my fist. Sometimes I juggle it with common rocks And it's immediately missed. ------------- And ready to prove what I don't even know I have inside. ------------ It is part of me. And for safe-keeping, I like to place it beneath my tongue. And sometimes it seeps into my mouth, The taste of it. "And those words are poetry to hear.".... Indeed they are my poetic pal... indeed they are ... and they are like oxygen for this tired poets heart tonight. poetry in motion ...you are  butterfly slippers is smiling again ... she thanks you ... goodnight sweet squirrel me |
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JulieAnn Senior Member
since 2000-06-12
Posts 754Earth 3rd Rock from the sun!! |
Wow.....I read this three time and I am still pondering it.....correct me please if I am wrong but i find this to be very symbolic......great writing... Julie :) |
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bsquirrel
since 2000-01-03
Posts 7855 |
Glad you both enjoyed, and julie, that wasn't a very brave guess. Mike |
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SEA
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Member Seraphic
since 2000-01-18
Posts 22676with you |
Mike~ this is very cool, you make me think of things differently....I do like the way you write.  -SEALive,Love,Laugh :) ~SueB |
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CocoBaci Member Elite
since 2000-05-06
Posts 3043 |
Very nice Squirrel |
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Martie
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
Enjoyed this Mike, your word use is so original...and your thoughts very interesting....you must be a poet. |
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Kit McCallum
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Member Laureate
since 2000-04-30
Posts 14774Ontario, Canada |
You left me pondering on this one Mike ... thought-provoking indeed! Well done! Best wishes, /Kit |
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Meadowmuse Member Elite
since 1999-12-27
Posts 3263 |
A soul~song, tastefully sung, Mike. This is grand. ~ Claire Could a greater miracle take place than for us to look through each other's eyes for an instant?......Henry David Thoreau |
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ESP Member Elite
since 2000-01-25
Posts 2556Floating gently on a cloud.... |
Wow, Mike!! This one has left me with plenty to think on!! Love and hugs, Lizzie  "Poetry is the true expression of my soul, it is my ultimate means of communication. It is my rainbow of delight." |
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bsquirrel
since 2000-01-03
Posts 7855 |
Hi, everyone. Glad you enjoyed. It's weird how I think sometimes, huh? The strange thing about this -- and most of my poems -- is I don't work for these thoughts as much as they just come into my head. I do editing to them sometime, but not as often as I used to, and never on freestyles (because then it wouldn't be a freestyle anymore). Now, I've FINALLY got some free time. Let's see if I can't get some serious reading done in Voices of the Web. I wish the book were bigger -- everyone deserves to be in this. Mike |
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