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Indian Summer
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Indian Summer |
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IndigoEve Member
since 2003-01-10
Posts 279Etched in the illusion of time 
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Taste the essence of summer as it dies Surreal imbalance of seasoned mischief Wind religiously lingering The sky's shrine of unholy martyrdom Breaking stars upon papered dreams 'Til heaven crumbles and Relinquishes a whisper, a hint.. Of pure autumnal gold. Do not let the threads slip under Fingers. Weaving, unweaving, endless Pattern of demise. Threads of souls, bearing marks of thyme. Herbed abundance in soundless words Sun is shining, silvery cold Impassioned lips daunted by tints of Expresso Wonder how it feels to murmur sweetly Into the ears of Lady Muse "Feed me with your delicacies, a yearning for Painted eyes and knotted hair Spilling down to waists encompassed by satin And hands Lacing themselves 'round rarefied svelteness Teaching me to carry my song like liquid glass" So simply strange, the desperate roads Collections of dust and thickened country air Musty with haste, Suffocated in aromas of Indian summer virginity Unbroken yet by fall's guilty blush Quiet, unyielding chill Take the shorter path, the longer way home Bones inept to the fluid movement I inflict Destined to read the inscriptions of a pending October moon Dirty gray faces of stars cascading 'round her Imbued by faded shades of summer Hues awry But soon, harvest shall relinquish its maize Patience, sweet patience, My sky Autumn draws unceasingly near. For saints have hands that pilgrims' hands do touch, And palm to palm is holy palmers' kiss.--"Romeo and Juliet" [This message has been edited by IndigoEve (10-09-2003 07:17 PM).] |
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PsychoticBunni Member
since 2003-10-03
Posts 162Mythical Atlantis |
wow. i love it. it makes me wana fall in love this fall. physically impossible, but that's not the point. lol. love it. absolutely love it. Meg Meg-cheauvanistsshould be tortured mercilessly by being tied to a mast and listening to Sirens singing their sexual song |
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Mistletoe Angel 
since 2000-12-17
Posts 32816Portland, Oregon |
 (smiles) Awwwwwwwww, this is so beautifully whimsical and swirling with colorful imagery, sweet friend, we've had a lot of Indian Summer here and still are feeling 80 degree days here in Colorado! (big hugggsssssss) God Bless You, sweet friend, we all love you so much! You have such a beautiful heart, sweet friend, thank you for sharing!  May love and light always shine upon you! Love, Noah Eaton I don't need no proof when it comes to God and truth |
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Justbleu Member Elite
since 1999-08-31
Posts 3329Oregon, Originally From Alaska :) |
This is very nice..... Keep writing!!!! Bridgette  "Somewhere, somehow, it should be possible to touch someone and never let go again. To hold someone, not for a moment but forever." Unknown |
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Marge Tindal
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
IndigoEve~ 'So simply strange, the desperate roads Collections of dust and thickened country air Musty with haste, Suffocated in aromas of Indian summer virginity Unbroken yet by fall's guilty blush Quiet, unyielding chill Take the shorter path, the longer way home' I would *sigh* to be as poetically "experienced" as you~ This is just another example to me of your outstanding ability~ You are one fine writer~ *Huglets* ~*Marge*~ ~*When the heart grieves over what it has lost, |
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