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D.Lester Young
Senior Member

since 2001-12-08

Posts 1219
Austin, Tx

0 posted 2003-05-26 03:10 PM

Oh crackling sound,
from within the mind,
refresh us with your vibration
of a beating heart,
let the blood circulate
in a feeling sensation,
thundering in lightning pleasure,
storming in perspiration,
of the moisture of thirst,
needing refreshed
in the nourishment
of the endless horizon.

Sounds quake in me,
in stimulated awakenings,
hear the silence of beauty,
the roar of the ocean
on a full moon night,
birds singing so clear
in the early morning light,
the intoxicating rippling
of water on half hidden rocks,
on a lazy summer’s day.

See things in that special light
of the music of the heart,
sighing in lungs of fresh air,
your mind taking flight
upon a pillow of clouds,
floating into the heavens
of sensual mind trances,
in loving memories
of needed cuddling.

Senses aroused,
every nerve ending,
feeling so alive,
tingling from within
a beautiful day,
blossoming with smiles,
flowering in rainbows,
within every color imaginable,
creativity’s bouquet
of being so lucky
as to enjoy live
totally.
D.Lester Young
Somewhere in America not on company time 05/10 to 5/26/0

QjQ
Member Elite

since 2003-04-18

Posts 3756
U.S.A.

1 posted 2003-05-26 03:16 PM

fabulous write!!!!!

QjQ

Joe Houck
Member

since 2001-04-23

Posts 324
california

2 posted 2003-05-26 03:22 PM

Good stuff....I liked this.

Joe

passing shadows
Member Empyrean

since 1999-08-26

Posts 45577
displaced

3 posted 2003-05-27 04:03 AM

love the ending especially

snowpants
Member Elite

since 2000-09-16

Posts 2061
KS

4 posted 2003-05-27 09:53 PM

"Sounds quake in me,
in stimulated awakenings,
hear the silence of beauty,
the roar of the ocean
on a full moon night,
birds singing so clear
in the early morning light,
the intoxicating rippling
of water on half hidden rocks,
on a lazy summer’s day."

I absolutely love the images that this poem brings to mind...you have described it beautifully...great write...

sp

just a hang-up call and the quiet breathing of our persian we call cajun on a wednesday...

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