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Summer Takes a Vacation
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Summer Takes a Vacation |
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LeeJ Member Patricius
since 2003-06-19
Posts 13296
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Stubborn twilight comes earlier now Lacking a curious contradiction From the way she visited every night a month ago Minute by minute, she grows shorter, and a little more tired. She starts for home providing a road To a forth coming ancient white empire…Winter Traveling Northward like a swarm of flies Perhaps I fear her cool discontent, yet respect her demise Holding no disgrace in any of her assignments As she is a Zen to the level of my eyes So at midnight I cross optimism, who For the sake of time and need, took up This year’s crops in abundance and I can see thousands Of droplets, and the great author of spiritual work Idling to strike up conversations and see what was and what is We, cultivate a well-mannered spoken prose which is attainable Stretching together in the sun, in a pool of emulating July love All afternoon she is cutting leaves from the trees While I adjust poorly to her dimming light, and cool mystic breeze Buzzing all shadows of spring greeting my eyes We laugh and play, while summer now falls like falling leaves Held eternally, as hours, minutes, grow shorter And I’m out to catch Indian summer one more time Not threatened by an early frost or saintly time Who I might add, is an excellent translator And all troubles fall away….into the designation of all things Nevertheless, currently, pure color illuminates a profile Scarcely breathing, despite the hum of winter’s tease Who imagines a brush in an artist’s fingers So, much like mankind, isn’t it…simulating, I mean…translating All the emotions of God, with hands painting nature. Landscapes dramatized by the personal emotions of the onlookers Or much better defined as….”the muses”. Of golden crystals spinning through all of our earth Gazing through slender veils, textures performing together on the Greatest expanse of heaven… Creating and scattering brilliant piping around the bosoms of our world Flashing mid-afternoon light…. Moving fondly, among many lives, languages and epochs |
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MARK V SHELDON Member Elite
since 2001-06-21
Posts 3015In a corporeal internship... |
Good morning to you, LeeJ. It's always an adventure to swim down your stream of consciousness. Destination? An ocean of wisdom and insight -MVS You CAN make a difference: |
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nakdthoughts Member Laureate
since 2000-10-29
Posts 19200Between the Lines |
yes it is both stimulating and wonderful, Lee. And I’m out to catch Indian summer one more time Not threatened by an early frost or saintly time Who I might add, is an excellent translator And all troubles fall away….into the designation of all things Loved the above and I, too, am out to catch Indian Summer (which I think will come after this week's storm hits) Love how you write. hugs M |
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Enchantress Member Empyrean
since 2001-08-14
Posts 35113Canada eh. |
I too love your style of writing Lee. It flows so gently down the page taking the reading along for the ride. Now, I too await Indian Summer.... one more taste of this years warmth. ~Smiles & Hugs, Nancy~
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Cpat Hair
since 2001-06-05
Posts 11793 |
it begins and ends..in a line of thought that shows more than just casual understanding... well done! |
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garysgirl 
since 2002-09-29
Posts 19237Florida, USA |
Nevertheless, currently, pure color illuminates a profile Scarcely breathing, despite the hum of winter’s tease Who imagines a brush in an artist’s fingers So, much like mankind, isn’t it…simulating, I mean…translating All the emotions of God, with hands painting nature. And, Lee, you painted a beautiful picture with your words.  Hugs  Ethel |
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Kaoru
since 2003-06-07
Posts 3892where the wild flowers grow |
*awe* |
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