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The Dry - From the Soddy - 1860
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The Dry - From the Soddy - 1860 |
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Sunshine
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Posts 63354Listening to every heart 
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The Dry – From the Soddy - 1860 The old ones say Be chary what you yearn for We put faith in for a bit of dry Not recalling how large a bit can be A space of dry Overlooking how spacious are His ideas. The crustier ones say He has a sense of humor. Indeed He does, Bringing the sun closer, it seems To cast light in all corners to see if we are now As dry as we thought we wanted to be. Drawn from the deep well, now dank dishwater is used to Water the soddy from cracking too much, Lest it blow away. Birds do not fly in this heat Unless it is a buzzard or more To rest on bones of the weary gone deaf For even the weeds crackle loudly. Outside, all one wants to do is Pace through duties, a mind-bending chore To place one foot in front of the other Let alone to think of how we Skipped through spring. When inside, I need to know I can still think, still feel, so I sit Here at my table, the heavy walls casting Darker, cooler shadows over me, A bit of light through the one window And on this bit of sack, I scratch, sketch Just to hear and see my thoughts, To know I am Still alive.  [This message has been edited by Sunshine (07-16-2002 08:56 PM).] |
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Mistletoe Angel 
since 2000-12-17
Posts 32816Portland, Oregon |
"And on this bit of sack, I scratch, sketch Just to hear and see my thoughts, To know I am Still alive."   BRAVO!!! Oh Karilea, I enjoy this very uch, sweet friend, yes, indeed it may seem as though He is punishing us when the ground is so dry and there is such malnutrition in the soils of our hearts, yet we contemplate outside the big picture and know we are still alive and it is because deep in our hearts that faith holds the oasis, and that is all we really need as long as we believe! (sigh) This is another excellent edition from the Soddy library, sweet friend, I love it, we all love you so much! You have such a beautiful heart, sweet Karilea, 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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Enchantress Member Empyrean
since 2001-08-14
Posts 35113Canada eh. |
Connected you say? Too much!!  Is that I daisy I see? My favourite flower?? This is wonderful! You KNOW how I love these Soddy pieces. ~Hugs~ |
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wranx Member Elite
since 2002-06-07
Posts 3689Moved from a shack to a barn |
Our English was so much different, not so very long ago. I always enjoy it with a bit of patina. ~wranx I have great faith in Humanity...It's just most of the Humans, I'm not too keen on. E.F.Rose |
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D.Lester Young Senior Member
since 2001-12-08
Posts 1219Austin, Tx |
Impressive display of talent in the words of a poet blessed. |
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Madame Chipmunk Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-05
Posts 8296Michigan |
This is lovely, Karilea... I love the old fashioned language and the pretty daisy picture.  ~ Sunny hugsLyra |
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the_loner_23 Member Ascendant
since 2002-06-08
Posts 5479Jacksonville, Florida, USA |
This is sweet. I love it. Cold hands means a warm heart |
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Mysteria
since 2001-03-07
Posts 18328British Columbia, Canada |
 My but I love these stories, and it shows that our Sunshine INDEED many faces, thank goodness! Nothing means more to me than faith, |
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Dark Stranger Member Patricius
since 2001-03-19
Posts 13631West Coast |
ms sunshine.. it is ironic that the death birds are black as if heat makes them cool can see the irridation of the heat waves off their back when the hover over some slow hearted animal..... ok so I got sidtracked..was just trippin on your images.. now I am thristy... dug it ms soddy marm.. |
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BloomingRose Member Elite
since 2000-08-09
Posts 3092Florida |
I love to read something different now and then. This hits the spot!  Deb |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
Smiling at ALL of you. Especially those of you who have responded...with such wonderful thoughts. Tomorrow at our weekly poetry meeting for Prairie Inkwells, I have, with the help of one of our members, initiated a "Hat's Off" meeting - or in other words, "doffing our hats" for those who have been through some hardships recently - and mainly, medical. We have one member undergoing the hard decisions of a cancer diagnosis; another member's husband undergoing cancer treatments; yet another member who has endured open heart surgery and all of its issues. So we are going to celebrate life! We are bringing in our hats [of varying styles] and writing of them...their history...their meanings. Hats have long played a discourse into the lives and styles of people internationally....and we hope to have some fun, and education, with our styles and ways of lives in celebration. My thanks to all of you who read my writings. Just know, please, it is always from the heart, whether heavy or light...it is always for you. |
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Bob K Member Elite
since 2007-11-03
Posts 4208 |
I was very happy to see this piece of free verse from you. I enjoyed it a great deal and found you had a way of bringing me along with some of that willing suspension of disbelief that Keats used to talk about. You were able to catch me up in the feel and flow of the thing. Are you a fan of William Stafford? I'm reasonably sure you'd know his stuff, but if you don't I think you'd really like it. He loved the prairies. "Farm on The Great Plains" might mean something special for you, if you don't know it already. Thank you especially for this one. |
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