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the shadow dancing
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the shadow dancing |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738
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Lesser morns than this I've seen beyond the teal of sun meets blue I walked the streets--exhaled your eyes-- the last of warmth I felt for you. I was the one you saw downcast walking in the shadows past determined I might beat the sun and creep to crypt before undone by the stare of fiery greet before the pavement burnt my feet I was the shadow dancing pattern-- as if my presence ever mattered. Darting every ray's duress as if light were a stone, but pressed another burden on my chest another rock in my caress... Another being in the stone that begs for chisel to be honed. (Sometimes I wish to be alone, and then, I find? I am...) I need to find a curl of root. A pillow be fine ferns of shoot. And please? A breeze wash over me, a blanket of war's sweet surcease... A gentle hand crafted of wind, the peace of knowing life as friend. I wish that we could dance and clap amid the sparks avoiding traps I wish, I wish, I wish too much... and wishing is not quite enough. |
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nakdthoughts Member Laureate
since 2000-10-29
Posts 19200Between the Lines |
just remember...shadows never dance alone... hugss ~Wynter |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
Lesser morns than this I've seen beyond the teal of sun meets blue I walked the streets--exhaled your eyes-- the last of warmth I felt for you. I was the one you saw downcast walking in the shadows past determined I might beat the sun and creep to crypt before undone by the stare of fiery greet before the pavement burnt my feet I was the shadow dancing pattern-- as if my presence ever mattered. Darting every ray's duress as if light were a stone, but pressed another burden on my chest another rock in my caress... Another being in the stone that begs for chisel to be honed. =================================== A gentle hand crafted of wind, the peace of knowing life as friend. I wish that we could dance and clap amid the sparks avoiding traps I wish, I wish, I wish too much... and wishing is not quite enough. ===================================== you never cease to amaze me the way you work the metaphors, the poetic phrases, wrapping them up with imagery and rhyme divine, and topping them of with bows of achingly beautiful emotions. this is classic sen poetry.  me |
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Cpat Hair
since 2001-06-05
Posts 11793 |
very nice as usual... good metaphorical employment and images are clear... message woven throughout.... you girl... are good. |
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SmittenKitten Senior Member
since 2001-06-20
Posts 1131where the sky and horizon meet |
mmm....you wrap me in a blanket with your beautiful words and imagery Serenity. I love it, as usual  Hugs, ~Krista  "Poetry and Hums aren't things which you get, they're things which get you. |
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Lady In White
since 2001-02-12
Posts 2799USA |
When I grow up...yes, when I grow up, I want to write like this.... yes, if and when I grow up... |
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vandana
since 1999-10-22
Posts 10463USA |
enjoy |
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