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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738
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The morning came to me in greet and found me with shy eyes a fluttered lash of wing in me so I, the virgin, poured my bath. Oils and salts and mineral and ointment in my hair candles spoke in flame of reach vanilla tongue of foreign speech-- blue heat churning before noon-- I hummed church bells splashing chant-- I braided ribbons into strands and brushed the rest of mane to shine. I glossed with glitter cinnamon trying not to lick my lips I waxed my lashes with the melt of the pillar that I'd lit and wept into a puddle--black... then I threw my doubt away. I tossed blanket over couch and opened windows for the breeze and fluffed the pillows for my head and lay there, silk, in silk, on air. As I laid a feast prepared-- fruit and cheese and cold crisp ale on the scarf I'd tossed across the table, at my fingertips. not hungry for a nibbling but for the meat of poet's voice. My minstrel came a-wandering a minstrel of the charioteer holding tight a four-beast rein I played bow upon the strings taut with his intensity as horses of Apocalypse begged the road for more. I finger danced to every word as in his silences I heard the master masons secrets told words of blood in chalice kept and all the ebony of me transforming ashes sparking gold. A blue-eyed devil playing host dancing on a wire's glee M'lord, my love, the holy ghost the mesmirist of poetry. An impish muse beguiling in a beckoning of pose of word Then he spoke the holy grail and told me how he did love me. That love was not a thing he learned but remembered as he yearned the scent of some forgotten land lingering upon his nose teasing twitch before the change ever leading him astray he thought until our fingers twined. I was the ingenue of play-- I was the star of balcony. Rosepetals in kiss of feet on that day he read to me, his lady I defined his love... and I? fell helpless in betrothe a virgin to the truth he spoke, just waiting there in lock of mind until he turned the key. Forever now from just that day, I light a candle of annoint every day at noon I pray and beg for just a chance to return the gift he gave as he gave his all to me dancing, naked, on a wire that stretched across a canyon's breach turning desert death to green by gift of such a memory in promise of reality that every day could be like this... [This message has been edited by serenity blaze (04-11-2003 07:22 AM).] |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
You most certainly know how to dress a morning.... but I've got to come back and read this again [and again and again] because there's just SO much here....  you did kick start my day, y'know... |
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brian sites Senior Member
since 2002-06-25
Posts 1475usa |
a solemn nod this is yearning and very Yous a rich fabric o yeah that slicksliding sound grin beautiful |
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Sudhir Iyer Member Ascendant
since 2000-04-26
Posts 6943Mumbai, India : now in Belgium |
Oh My.... how well you write... regards Karen, Sudhir |
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Enchantress Member Empyrean
since 2001-08-14
Posts 35113Canada eh. |
Love it...love it..I absolutely love this!!  Into my library this goes..to read and read again! ~Morning Smiles & Hugs~ ~Somewhere in my heart I'm always |
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Marge Tindal 
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
Ah...Serenity~ 'I finger danced to every word as in his silences I heard the master masons secrets told words of blood in chalice kept and all the ebony of me transforming ashes sparking gold' I love the all of it~ *Huglets* ~*Marge*~ ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
Perhaps every other day...James |
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littlewing Member Rara Avis
since 2003-03-02
Posts 9655New York |
K- this one gave me tears - happy ones and sad ones mixed . . . is just bittersweet . . . *smiles* - keep lighting that candle . . . xxoo |
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Nightshade
since 2001-08-31
Posts 13962just out of reach |
serenity - if only dear poetess..if only. hugs, Chris "Hope" is the thing with feathers- |
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Paul Wilson
since 2002-07-07
Posts 4711United States |
Serenity~ You have been given a great gift for writing and I thank you for gifting all of us here at Passions with the opportunity to read your words. Thanks...Paul "To share my poems with you is to share my heart with you" [This message has been edited by Paul Wilson (04-11-2003 09:27 PM).] |
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Dark Angel Member Patricius
since 1999-08-04
Posts 10095 |
Wow Karen....just Wow! I'm keeping this. hugs you Maree |
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dreambuilder Member
since 2003-03-23
Posts 319caddyshack |
I am amazed by your talent turning desert death to green by gift of such a memory in promise of reality that every day could be like this... what an incredible write such vivid beauty expressed in words I will look for your writing in hopes that just a little will rub off |
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Aenimal Member Rara Avis
since 2002-11-18
Posts 7350the ass-end of space |
the master masons secrets told words of blood in chalice kept and all the ebony of me transforming ashes sparking gold. I love these, but then you knew that already |
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wranx Member Elite
since 2002-06-07
Posts 3689Moved from a shack to a barn |
Sheesh! You've written a wonderment, yet again. Love this'n |
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Bill Charles Member Patricius
since 2000-07-11
Posts 10619highways, & byways, for now |
serenity blaze - what can I say about words from the witch of the cypress except stunning... BC |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
My minstrel came a-wandering a minstrel of the charioteer holding tight a four-beast rein I played bow upon the strings taut with his intensity as horses of Apocalypse begged the road for more. I finger danced to every word as in his silences I heard the master masons secrets told words of blood in chalice kept and all the ebony of me transforming ashes sparking gold. A blue-eyed devil playing host dancing on a wire's glee M'lord, my love, the holy ghost the mesmirist of poetry. An impish muse beguiling in a beckoning of pose of word Then he spoke the holy grail and told me how he did love me. That love was not a thing he learned but remembered as he yearned the scent of some forgotten land lingering upon his nose teasing twitch before the change ever leading him astray he thought until our fingers twined. ================================ OMG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! What did you HAVE for breakfast??? HAVE MERCY ... my muse just ran out the door screaming VIALS!! I NEED VIALS!!! Dang girl....Im moth giddy.... and wishing to have your muse for a just a day.......... Amazing write KA ... truly.  |
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brian sites Senior Member
since 2002-06-25
Posts 1475usa |
I keep coming back to this this is...... IS I wish I could RIGHT like this this is liquid steel this is the core creating a planet this is the SONG replayed this is me......in dumbwonder |
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LUV_R_GIRL2379 Junior Member
since 2003-04-09
Posts 42 |
wow! i am truly in awe of your abilities to express yourself..a truly beautiful poem here! keep up the amazing work! |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
Thanks all...I'm glad you all enjoyed as I worried that it would be a tedious read...I guess because when I sweat over the writing, I feel like it's going to show in the reading. (And maybe it did for some, dunno...) But some of 'em just pop out there, but this one just clung to the walls of me (ew, what a visual, Karen..grin) Thanks again for taking the time to read and comment, as this'n is one of those dear to my heart writes. |
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vandana
since 1999-10-22
Posts 10463USA |
nice read one of your best |
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regards2you Member Elite
since 2002-10-01
Posts 3940California |
Oh my. I think this one will have been one of the best poems I ever read. This is so much here, I can't even comment, except to just repeat what Sudir, (and everyone else), said. Enjoyed, Hugs, Pat ..without surrender, be on good terms with all persons.. |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
Probably one of your best writes, Karen. This is fantastic! Keeping this one, to read again and again. |
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