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Crossing Fields |
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Greeneyes  
since 2000-09-09
Posts 9903In Your Poetic Mind 
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A ramble of sorts, mingling with the muse.... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ colors at the end of light along some horizontal edge roses and orchids sprinkle among the mix-- stars and midnights moons blue is just a color an endless sea, a painting sitting in the space of heaven narrow mist of the unmistakable hush another year of separation except for heart matters crossing fields of greener grass--somewhere connecting the avenues and alleys -- any soul could claim under the sky we run for time we chose moving over land like pen on silk winter is not a good time to plant fragile flowers, they need tending-- landscaping, how to enter, how to touch, bending lyrics of the forest naked temples swaying unbroken in clouds in rivers--in Octobers intricate color of strokes floating softly landing to make new-- takes time I would rather have one breath of his hair, one kiss of his mouth, one touch of his hand than an eternity without it. [This message has been edited by Greeneyes (05-15-2002 10:19 AM).] |
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Member Rara Avis
since 1999-08-02
Posts 8296Purgatorial Incarceration |
boy does it ever! you have that one right missy. and even then... it takes longer.  quote:love this a lotsa-lotsa. C  |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
wow! I love how the short thoughts flow together, a muse, yep...definately love this |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
"To make new...takes time." Yes it does...James |
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Enchantress Member Empyrean
since 2001-08-14
Posts 35113Canada eh. |
Ah Lauren, Your muse whispers softly, yet wisely. Love this, ~Hugs~ |
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BloomingRose Member Elite
since 2000-08-09
Posts 3092Florida |
Enjoyed this much. Really lovely. Deb |
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Nightshade
since 2001-08-31
Posts 13962just out of reach |
This is lovely Lauren. Chris  Life is not measured by breaths you take, but by moments that take your breath away. |
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Mistletoe Angel
since 2000-12-17
Posts 32816Portland, Oregon |
(smiles) Awwwwww, I just love the way your words flow, sweet friend, this is lovely and whispers with such wisdom and heart! (kiss on cheek) This is wonderful, sweet friend, may your hearts garden always be tended with care, we all love you so much! You have such a beautiful heart, sweet Lauren, thank you for sharing!  May love and light always shine upon you! Love, Noah Eaton "Underneath your clothes there's an endless story..." |
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Shadowed_Innersense Junior Member
since 2001-12-05
Posts 49somewhere at the edge |
Narrow mist of unmistakable hush .... ...says it all. I can imagine what it would sound like if your muse would ramble ... .... like pen on silk. |
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Mysteria
since 2001-03-07
Posts 18328British Columbia, Canada |
Yes it does takes time and some lines expressing these wise words in your poem are simply splendiferous Lauren. |
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Seymour Tabin Member Empyrean
since 1999-07-07
Posts 31720Tamarac Fla |
Lauren, A lovely muse with sprinkles of truth, enjoyed. |
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bsquirrel
since 2000-01-03
Posts 7855 |
Yr muse makes sexy meanders. She said burn ... together. |
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Sven
since 1999-11-23
Posts 14937East Lansing, MI USA |
the flowers of fragility. . . how do they grow?? wonderfully done. . . ---------------------------------------------------- To the world, you may only be one person. But to one person, you may be the world. |
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NapalmsConstantlyConfused
since 2001-05-15
Posts 529 |
beautiful as always, lauren  -Dave |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
another year of separation except for heart matters crossing fields of greener grass--somewhere connecting the avenues and alleys -- any soul could claim under the sky we run for time we chose moving over land like pen on silk winter is not a good time to plant fragile flowers, they need tending-- landscaping, how to enter, how to touch, bending lyrics of the forest naked temples swaying unbroken in clouds in rivers--in Octobers intricate color of strokes floating softly landing to make new-- takes time ============================== every word .... every single exquisite word ...now goes into my library...under E for eloquent.  How long can a girl be haunted by you ... |
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