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Ringlets of water spreading |
bsquirrel
since 2000-01-03
Posts 7855 |
Waist- deep in water, the summer is the winter is the summer sun rising is the winter sun setting? Ripples it makes, gently flowing from skin to wave, skin to wave, to touch the face of clarity, to know the touch of face. Waist- deep in water, I eye my eyes staring back at me through water. They are staring back at me as two eyes' reflections staring back at me would stare. How they pool and break away, disrupted surface distance. The ripples are glowing rings, smooth, undulate, powerful, spreading far, in influence. Smooth, sharp, slow, deep- traveled glowing silence. [This message has been edited by bsquirrel (09-22-2003 02:49 PM).] |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
Like your words...the ripples reach out, touch, and then circle back home. "If you feel heartbreak, distant thunder, lightning, earthquakes ... |
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Wind
since 2002-10-12
Posts 2981 |
so...you cry and the teardrops make ripples. and they probably never stop, but how would I know. My reflections is too scary for me to watch. lol And the angel said unto me, "These are the cries of the carrots, the cries of the carrots!" |
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vlraynes Member Rara Avis
since 2000-07-25
Posts 8229Somewhere... out there... |
Yes...what JM said... rippling...touching...circling... Very cool, Mikey... ...love this. When the power of love overcomes the |
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bsquirrel
since 2000-01-03
Posts 7855 |
Thanks, all. And Wind, I like your interesting interpretation. |
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littlewing Member Rara Avis
since 2003-03-02
Posts 9655New York |
Mikey: first this: the summer is the winter is the summer sun rising is the winter sun setting? adore that, I do and here: I eye my eyes staring back at me through water. They are staring back at me as two eyes' reflections staring back at me would stare. a look inside from the outside from the inside out . . . *smile* xxoo |
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bsquirrel
since 2000-01-03
Posts 7855 |
I was just recalling the slow travel of ripples made in a pool, how they collect the light and disperse at the far edge. Thanks, Sue. |
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Yu Lan Senior Member
since 2000-04-13
Posts 1462New Zealand |
I love this piece, too.. "I eye my eyes staring back at me through water. They are staring back at me as two eyes' reflections staring back at me would stare." Sometimes the blatant is best.. This was really awesome to read - it has that.. haunting kind of aftertaste to it. I'm probably the only one who found this; but I actually found it quite hard to figure out how to read the first piece. "the summer is the winter is the summer sun rising is the winter sun setting?" I was a bit unclear of the idea you were trying to get accross here. **smiles** Bless your cotten sockies, you poetic maniacs. ^_^ |
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Kaoru
since 2003-06-07
Posts 3892where the wild flowers grow |
I got it.. I love your different styles..so nice. |
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bsquirrel
since 2000-01-03
Posts 7855 |
Thanks, everyone. And Lynne, that was on purpose, to get the idea off the words immediately and into the flow -- sort of like the ringlets of water themselves. That's why there's so much gentle, insistent repetition and lack of explanation. Just letting the words radiate out without any special purpose other than to radiate out. |
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