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Lost in the fog |
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lucky Senior Member
since 2000-01-17
Posts 1601Idaho 
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A flock of Canadian < !signature-->geese crossed a jagged sky on a recent night most likely their first flight of the season back they blasted the quiet dale with their explicit song ever calling sounding kindred as to a faraway ship lost in a fog by the time the dark nights nomadics were out of ears accosting range my decision had been made I was moving back to where I came back to the place a long time gone the home in which and where I belong. It was late autumn & a blanket of hoar frosted everything I looked for signs of life in the early morning shadows as I reached to scoop a fist-full of freshly turned freedom remembering the farm and where I was raised one needs to return upon occasion you know the quietness and smells of the land blending with ‘ol memories to open up one’s whole being but is that really so unusual bubbling o’er again with wonder and fresh questions come on over sit I’ll tell you the story how on curious harsh coast the rhythmic lines roar of the sea is pierced by coupling sounds where the sea meets her lover ground normally the long daz are ample for the timely dramas of life to be played before the longing to abandon such phases but one year the great windy air-streams controling the weather changed their courses here storms pelted the coast in a blanket of crystalline despite the unexpected harsh I knew well it was right to go winter’s freeze had already begun I could see it all along the laboring coast with the combing and winter and your reminisce meandering through the old homes missing we’re no longer grounded for life as thought somewhere far into its night a distant honk of a single goose pierces the darkness and strangely enough another answers honking from a distance with exciting augur his very own miles close in minutes as they embrace to love again within it. If I could paint a portrait, of this life in which I've led, and somehow sketch a story, of the visions in my head, I'd start out with a canvas, stretched tightly in a frame, and in the bottom corner, I'd leave room to sign my name. (Michelle A. Bartley) [This message has been edited by lucky (edited 10-09-2000).] |
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Marge Tindal 
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
Lucky ME ! Finding this little gem tucked down here in prose ! Your talent is too good ... it sends out signals that beckon me ! As poignantly lovely as ever ! I really like it ! Love ya' ~*Marge*~ ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ [email protected] |
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Martie
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
Lucky-could I paint a picture of my life like you do...always touching me so deep that I want to cry...and not sure why...this is beautiful!! |
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brian madden Member Elite
since 2000-05-06
Posts 4374ireland |
LUcky, a beautiful poem wonderfully written. Loved the quote, I believe I have read the poem that the quote came from. "an afixiation a fix on anything the line of life the limb of a tree the hands of he and the promise that s/he is blessed among women". Patti Smith |
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Mark Bohannan Member Rara Avis
since 2000-06-21
Posts 7269In the winds of Cherokee song |
I heard this one screaming at me to come read and ohhhh my...what a treat. The beauty in this awesome piece is so wonderful, it just leaves me in awe. I am so glad to have stopped by on this one. |
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lucky Senior Member
since 2000-01-17
Posts 1601Idaho |
I was just wondering where all my comments went???? I think somebody may be lost in the fog... Well what do you know... I have a double post in forum#10... surprise, surprise... lucky Writing isn't just something I do, it's something I am. To write of feelings that touch all hearts in some manner is my delight. -Marge Tindal |
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Paula Finn Member Ascendant
since 2000-06-17
Posts 5546missouri |
This is such a vision...a delight to the eyes as well as the mind... |
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