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LeeJ Member Patricius
since 2003-06-19
Posts 13296
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Such enlightening characters of nature’s nuggets Words seemed to look with a passionate Yearning immersed in seas of adoration Rain was resting, possessed of a fine honesty With bold entrance of consistancy, seeking an opening Listening like a woman reading tea leaves Guessing what unnoticed forces run between Seemingly like another world, bubbling with happiness! Like Moet champagne freshly released I had been awarded a dream, at the brink of fall’s artiste Where flowerheads suddenly opened, glittering 10’s of thousands in the wake of day. “It takes confidence to lodge perseverance” I thought. Now…. Most would dismiss such as superstition, but I choose to view these signs as metaphores Expressions taking great attention, in some ritual for concern Where all intersects with some other world…here on earth Honoring such provisos of awareness, working amongst the sounds of A transparent golden semblance…a devote maternity to mankind, Somewhat systemetically, tender buttons of verbal portraits and prose Springhouse of youthful travelors, dining hard, standing Sentry over provisions of noon, with a picnic of left over pieces From a new glowing moon, making the night air swirl and swirl… Immersed within a culture of it’s own, consciously writing in A way of finest works, classical, a mental expressway of intimacy With emotional inpacts, this language of mystery! Gestures, which suggests a mind, marking its own life, amoung a great Many quiet things.Affinity working diligently in nature With splashes of insignia and green hillsides touching luxury Whether offering a meal or not, during this roundtable discussion. Deliberately incomprehensible, aesthetic frequncies affirmingly accountable Wide spread endless summers of molten sapphire and pearls Voices and animations, organic analogs with harmonious sounds Hearkening to the firmness of composed elements, impulses rising to passageways These busy moments, profound myriads of ambiance, all through the cosmos profound Luminous quivers of life, filling eyesight, meeting us… I approve highly, and am reminded of definition, while embracing this So called fallacy…superstition Whatever the dress, the colors, the ascriptions Whatever it is, or can be, is rather obvious, whispering to our souls… |
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Seymour Tabin Member Empyrean
since 1999-07-07
Posts 31720Tamarac Fla |
LeeJ, Yes life is composed of moments. "Whatever the dress, the colors, the ascriptions Whatever it is, or can be, is rather obvious, whispering to our souls." A well painted canvas. Have a good one.  |
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littlewing Member Rara Avis
since 2003-03-02
Posts 9655New York |
Lee? *huge smile* yes but you, m'dear have painted a masterpiece here I had been awarded a dream, at the brink of fall’s artiste Where flowerheads suddenly opened, glittering 10’s of thousands in the wake of day. beautiful writing as always xxoo |
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Earth Angel Member Empyrean
since 2002-08-27
Posts 40215Realms of Light |
Lee, thank you for sharing "These busy moments, profound myriads of ambiance, all through the cosmos profound"... You are a philosopher and poetic muse of Life and Living.   Linda |
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Brad Majors 
since 2001-04-03
Posts 2647Georgia |
Love this |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
 your muse has been busy I seelove this write, though I hardly ever read the long ones |
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