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standing by a letter |
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LeeJ Member Patricius
since 2003-06-19
Posts 13296
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I’d been missing each morning for days Nestled in among the great paths of corn Judging carefully by my padding, while Greasing hinges of winter gardens… Preparing last night for any number of useful things In the end, all was as deep as it would go…far beyond my recognition Or at least to my way of thinking, as deep as I would allow Every day walking out and seeing Precious barrels of discouragement for what they Would soon pick clean... Deciding, this fabric could be put to better use Now frizzing at brims edge, while crows set up chairs in trees Waiting for the crust of old snow to leave Standing in fields of cold rain and snow, I came upon an Unusual corner, with sketched details of aster blooms. I walked leisurely, gathering flowers, or whatever four leaf Clovers I could womb…among clusters of sumac fruit In such a spirit, wondering how the most intricate of beauty would Rise above some need for proximity, to something so lively and dreamy I walked toward this generosity, reached in my pocket and took out A letter, creased and neatly folded, and a little wet, And there was this voice, meeting me face to face…a little dried And puckered, yet not nearly strained…touching me in a way Both intimate and deep, this fine walking image displayed I read it again, and all the signs came around, marking the place I had been….mounding up all the dirt upon which green grass germinates Berries and colors of all shades grew, gathering what little dew From moisture in the air, to drink…just enough to glow We sat back on the crown of envisioned might Arguing a little, while smiling, with a mirror looking on overhead This letter and I keeping erratic time, while some invisible clock promenaded With a slit second timing coo coo clock Then an utterly vague announcement would seemingly return Without any mention of recent events or uneven weather Bearing resemblance in great form and spirit tender There is something entirely decided before we greet Morning’s shining jewels or slippery black defeat I felt a little cavalier, considering, simmering sentiments Where this letter would await, tossing damp numbers of things Through the air, to the wick which tries to read In degrees of commonness, and the great smoking pipe of Our universe…dreamlike and hidden, yet there flowing through mid-air With a twenty-dollar gold piece nestled in our short hair Various pockets of warmth kindle like a fire In the process we would drink an earthly glass of sapphire Then exactly fifteen minutes later, fill our yawning minds With whatever brown furnishings we can and will eventually find. The mirror laughed, and I and the letter chimed along How silly we thought, to argue, now skipping elbow to elbow Striding intimacy lives in the least likely places Wearing total wonderment, any one of us could umbrella Seemingly to know what words to say Inviting possibly within each wakeful day Allowing that comment to stand in place with truth Heartbreakingly beautiful, down to every last haunting detail Overflowing with grace of notes, a wealth of finery wholesaled |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
Your poetry oft times reads as prose...I wonder if you have ever ventured over there? Seems to me you'd be as adept to prose, the storyteller that you are. Join us there...won't you? |
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Seymour Tabin Member Empyrean
since 1999-07-07
Posts 31720Tamarac Fla |
Leej, That's not a tip toe through the tulips, that is a dance. Enjoyed |
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