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A philosopher, stoned
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A philosopher, stoned |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738
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sometimes remain with meaning hidden until the end. Individuality-- pleated edge of a hand-held fan. becoming-- unrealized... until unfolding of the whole. A plan too cunning for surmise-- reveals philosophy of stone. then and only then is purpose actualized... we must be bent to capture wind-- mimicking the grace of sky. creased in folds bent in molds in lines of pleat river creeks in boast of gold veins that toast prosperity within our fingers we grasp peace and try to catch eternity. (as if we ever had a choice) I'm sure if paper had a voice, we'd hear protest of life's crimping-- drowning choir of angel's sing. unaware scissored into transformation-- we would hear a paper's sigh with ink of lamentation... in fear of love-- rebuking our salvation. [This message has been edited by serenity (06-07-2002 06:11 AM).] |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
Enjoyed this serenity..James |
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Gentle Spirit Member Patricius
since 2000-10-09
Posts 13989 |
within our fingers we grasp peace and try to catch eternity. (as if we ever had a choice) I've said it before, and I'll say it again.....man when you write, there is no stopping ya!! These lines just grabbed me, wonderful lines!! Like a red brick, |
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ethome Member Patricius
since 2000-05-14
Posts 11858New Brunswick Canada |
"A thing becoming-- unrealized... until unfolding of the whole. A plan too cunning for surmise-- reveals philosophy of stone." Yep! You one smart cookie Celeste! What's wrong with being a little mellow and accepting later in life? Kinda nice ain't it? |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
I'm sure if paper had a voice, we'd hear protest of life's crimping-- drowning choir of angel's sing. Just like people unaware scissored into transformation-- we would hear a paper's sigh with ink of lamentation... =================================== stoned on poetry  you do know how cool this is right? the paper metaphor and analogy is brilliant..you took it to extended metaphor and played its theme to poetic perfection. Individuality-- pleated edge of a hand-held fan. how cool is that!! Scissors, rock, paper...yeah...I get it oh and paper does sigh..poetry allows it to breathe...and I DO INHALE YOU ROCK me twin   When man is lead to arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations |
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Seymour Tabin Member Empyrean
since 1999-07-07
Posts 31720Tamarac Fla |
Serenity, I dubble on JM's answer. Excellent write. |
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bags123 Member
since 2002-06-06
Posts 128 |
Me three! Very cool. |
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Enchantress Member Empyrean
since 2001-08-14
Posts 35113Canada eh. |
Just like people unaware scissored into transformation-- we would hear a paper's sigh with ink of lamentation... ---------------------------- Enjoyed this one oh so much serenity! ~Hugs~ ~Somewhere in my heart I'm always |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
grinning---I was WONDERING who would get the scissors, rock, paper thing!!! cracking up at Jan, NO FAIR---yer in my head already! thanks all! this was fun...thanks so much for your kindness and generosity to continue to read my craziness! Love you all! |
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Sven
since 1999-11-23
Posts 14937East Lansing, MI USA |
craziness eh?? well. . . perhaps. . . but, perhaps not. . . I'll still reading. . . ----------------------------------------------------- To the world, you may only be one person. But to one person, you may be the world. |
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EarthenSoul Member
since 2002-05-30
Posts 163WA, USA |
Absolutely beautiful. Very inspiring! Full of so many perfect lines, I couldn't choose a favorite.  |
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Duncan Member Ascendant
since 2001-08-07
Posts 5455 |
weary of-- in fear of love-- rebuking our salvation. Yep. |
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Madame Chipmunk Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-05
Posts 8296Michigan |
if paper had a voice, we'd hear protest of life's crimping-- drowning choir of angel's sing. I often wonder if inanimate objects can feel and think....this poem really provoked my thoughts on the subject again... A great write, Karen.  ~ philosophical hugsLyra |
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Skyfire
since 2000-12-27
Posts 3381Riding |
Well done  |
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Severn Member Rara Avis
since 1999-07-17
Posts 7704 |
er..no spanking today midi-K I love the last four lines the most. I know that all too well....sigh.. huggles you - a damn fine poem..  K |
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bsquirrel
since 2000-01-03
Posts 7855 |
Cool, that makes me a paper doll in a chain of dolls. Ah ... don't staple me in the neck? What the ( ) are you doing? OWWWW! She said burn ... together. |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
funny, this--is what catches my own eye...sigh of sighs... "Creation... then and only then is purpose actualized... we must be bent to capture wind-- mimicking the grace of sky." but? I exit--gladly that so many take a disparity of me-- I think I LIKE that! YER LOVELY, all.. (serenity exits, doing the 'soft-shoe'...) |
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