Open Poetry #22 |
Golden Gate |
brian sites Senior Member
since 2002-06-25
Posts 1475usa |
I know them. There are not many, but when they enter my life I feel them. They do not drive. They do not jog. Their hesitant steps test my metal. I am Atlas under the weight. They drift, barely stirring fog, towards my center, to my proudest point They do not see me for what I am. They walk in symbolism. Their honed eyes see through my ruddy steel, through ALL skin, and search for the hidden meaning I am vulnerable. The choice I offer, the temptation, is the burden I must bear, given by the gods who create. Finding my heart they stop and lean against it. Their deliberate grip suffocating in it's distracted intensity. Looking down at the cold churning abyss, they study it's rhythm, calculate it's soar, probe the depths, crave earth's core. My cables thrum in protest, deepest hum is noticed. I call fresh wind to chill the tears. The cupping cold raises their face. Ahhh, yes! Look at me! Look at me, child. See in me a different symbology. I, too, have felt earthquakes. Bent under their rending upheavals, but I stand unbroken always flexed for the next grinding stone. I offer you passage, as I do all others. But, I will join you in the dance of this radiant walk off of my sunrise suspension. I never aimed at reality; I aimed at truth. --Orson Welles [This message has been edited by brian sites (08-21-2002 01:47 AM).] |
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VAS Member Rara Avis
since 2000-11-16
Posts 7450Oregon |
Wonderful, especially these stanzas and btw, I'd love to dance of your sunrise suspension. My cables thrum in protest, deepest hum is noticed. I call fresh wind to chill the tears. The cupping cold raises their face. Ahhh, yes! Look at me! Look at me, child. See in me a different symbology. I, too, have felt earthquakes. Bent under their rending upheavals, but I stand unbroken always flexed for the next grinding stone. Whether on the shoal or on the shore, |
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brian sites Senior Member
since 2002-06-25
Posts 1475usa |
*smile* thanks Virginia A dance, eh? I never aimed at reality; I aimed at truth. --Orson Welles |
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Mysteria
since 2001-03-07
Posts 18328British Columbia, Canada |
This was really vivid imagery, way too cool! I had to show you this as your poem reminded me of this bridge Nan and I drove over getting into Boston (we didn't know the name) but your poem also describes this beauty perfectly too. Really descriptive writing. I took this hanging out her car window The most valuable thing you own is a smile, wear it, and share it. |
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brian sites Senior Member
since 2002-06-25
Posts 1475usa |
thank you, Mys much appreciated and a cool picture! |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
EXACTLY...just what I was typing about regarding archetypes, collective unconsious and? "so-called" signs...I say so called, because I think you know that to designate something a sign, is to give it some mysterious wisdom--and that is so not so... there are visions in the foam, lovie. amazing you. |
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Sunshine
Administrator
Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
Brian, this was a very good read! Thank you! |
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brian sites Senior Member
since 2002-06-25
Posts 1475usa |
thank you, Karen and Karilea for the nice words |
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wranx Member Elite
since 2002-06-07
Posts 3689Moved from a shack to a barn |
Well...this is quite an accomplished write. Methinks that you have garnered a new "voice" with this. It is truely, Stellar ~wranx In reply to "which way do we go?", the answer was never "straight", but, "progressively forward". |
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bsquirrel
since 2000-01-03
Posts 7855 |
Glad you decided to lean over, but not walk off (though close, yes?). Awesome write, brian. Mike |
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Mistletoe Angel
since 2000-12-17
Posts 32816Portland, Oregon |
(smiles) Oh Brian, I feel such a powerful providence in these words, this is excellent, I love it, we all love you so much! You have such a beautiful heart, sweet Brian, 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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