Open Poetry #15 |
walking with |
Sunshine
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since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
walking with the spirits are not here in this backyard’s scion of domesticated grass and fertilized dandelions I wave my hand allow them pass for I hear some slight in cottonwood’s murmur over the hum of semi and train calling to me again, and again this need to return to the where to gain perspective on feel where it seals to ratify my real not having far to go fortunate ‘tis I in know where acquire is tight, in that right, so I might travel my feet to virgin grasslands where no concrete lays before my gaze to where one looks into soft morn’s haze and sees them walking to hear chanting feel the talking to suffer with the them that were to find in air, certain cure I listen in the shimmer of morn’s glisten under heavy dew of night on the trill of cardinal in the mist of soft dawn’s light I listen upon the swell of blue’s grass upon the knell of hawk’s pass upon the feel of spirits that last I listen to pause in awe in eyes of close in spirits’ rise I am one they chose to center here feel them near and this to share with one who’s dear I listen ~*~ so I leave sacred space in a loving, cared for state of grace as what is written upon my face is what spans into one’s view that, and the thought of one who acknowledges in confident harmony all that lies in this, my close spirits’ camaraderie |
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shadow974 Senior Member
since 2001-06-21
Posts 636Michigan |
Very nice, for me, I need a special place like you are talking. It inspires me. Do you go there often? Throw your heart out in front of you |
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mirror man Senior Member
since 2001-01-08
Posts 814 |
Yes, this is nice. One feels a closeness, a welcome. Very good. |
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Martie
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since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
Karilea--I think that in the listener, the place and time of spirits near, is the hear... |
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Marge Tindal
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
Karilea~ When you listen with your heart~ we reap the harvest of your thoughts~ Thank you~ ~*Marge*~ ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ |
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