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Sybil
Member

since 2002-09-12

Posts 73
Midwest

0 posted 2003-05-08 02:03 PM

Residual raindrops
Pooling puddles,
Reigning now with
Multicolored feathers
In splash
Flit in flight
Forming one’s fancy

Oh, to feel the real
In cool of pool.

~*~

The peripheral visions had caught her eye,
her mind splintering prismatically,
pragmatically, but
notions of thought continued
threading into poetry.

One hand on wheel, eyes forward,
right hand beating against the current
cushioned chariot’s charge back to
her responsibilities,

her thoughts splintered again
toward him, and her, and them,
winding each ones psyche into a sequence
of sequins highlighting her life,
how their individual turns sparked the gleam
of her life,
how a single thread left one of them dangling,
and how,
if she were of an omnipotent nature,
she would just jerk it free
and cast it aside.

But something in the pool of puddles
of the earlier rhyme
inside her head
allowed not for the lake of her life
to remain so disturbed by that ripple,
that she mentally picked up
the loose, once meaningful sequin,
and tatted it back to her sweater
that curved her warm,

knowing that she could only be
complete
if she acknowledged
all of her flaws.

Janet Marie
Member Laureate

since 2000-01-22

Posts 18554

1 posted 2003-05-08 02:12 PM

her thoughts splintered again
toward him, and her, and them,
winding each ones psyche into a sequence
of sequins highlighting her life,
how their individual turns sparked the gleam
of her life,
how a single thread left one of them dangling,
and how,
if she were of an omnipotent nature,
she would just jerk it free
and cast it aside.

But something in the pool of puddles
of the earlier rhyme
inside her head
allowed not for the lake of her life
to remain so disturbed by that ripple,
that she mentally picked up
the loose, once meaningful sequin,
and tatted it back to her sweater
that curved her warm,

knowing that she could only be
complete
if she acknowledged
all of her flaws.
=========================

*respectful silence, from a stunned speechles moth*

(when she recovers..she will say)...

IWIHWT!!!!!!!!!!!!

*meanwhile, she will be checking the library box.*

kayjay
Member Elite

since 2002-06-24

Posts 2015
Oregon

2 posted 2003-05-08 02:24 PM

Of such writing are studies made.
Is it silver, gold or jade?
Does it come from soul held deep?
Forsooth, wherever, 'tis one I'll keep!

Beautifully done. KJ

Janet Marie
Member Laureate

since 2000-01-22

Posts 18554

3 posted 2003-05-08 04:20 PM

Enchantress
Member Empyrean

since 2001-08-14

Posts 35113
Canada eh.

4 posted 2003-05-08 05:51 PM

Oh my...oh my Sybil!
What can I say?
This is more than a keeper...it's a masterpiece!
Wonderful write here!
So nice to read you again!
~Hugs~

~Somewhere in my heart I'm always
dancing with you in the summer rain~

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