Mark 7 ( Decry the Breach of Now)

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Cpat Hair

Member Patricius

since 2001-06-05

Posts 11793

0 posted 2003-11-18 04:51 PM

Along edges lie the reeds that
Undulate in rhyme
To tug of the syllables found
In currents
Changing pound

One does not in haste demand
"Lie here this night."
"Rest now upon changing
Sands."

Intricate the tie
Of depths
Resounding from
A sounding sigh

My roots grow submerged
And spread in shallow weave
To hold the silt of this aged bed
Till in death there is reprieve

Still the words fall
In quiet hush
And I place a comma here
Stopping one floods
Rush

I do not navigate well
Without the mark call cry
To skirt the edges
Of wondering always

Why

[This message has been edited by Cpat Hair (11-18-2003 05:16 PM).]

Greeneyes

Member Rara Avis

since 2000-09-09

Posts 9903
In Your Poetic Mind

1 posted 2003-11-18 05:24 PM

...

nodding head in understanding.....

I had a dream last night
you came to me on silver wings of light
I flew away with you in painted sky
Was it real
Is it what you see,touch or feel

steavenr
Member Elite

since 2003-11-17

Posts 4058

2 posted 2003-11-18 05:31 PM

I love reading your poetry over and over--just to catch a turn of a phrase. Thanks for the numerous word pictures you have carefully crafted here.

littlewing
Member Rara Avis

since 2003-03-02

Posts 9655
New York

3 posted 2003-11-18 05:55 PM

and please may you continue to wonder
Ron? this is just . . .

My roots grow submerged
And spread in shallow weave
To hold the silt of this aged bed
Till in death there is reprieve

perfection
xxoo

Sunshine

Administrator

Member Empyrean

since 1999-06-25

Posts 63354
Listening to every heart

4 posted 2003-11-18 06:38 PM

My roots grow submerged
And spread in shallow weave
To hold the silt of this aged bed
Till in death there is reprieve

~*~

Even rivers die...
if there are too many dams...

keep the flow, Sir...
fill the rivers again
then let more words float on

to a new life.

Duncan
Member Ascendant

since 2001-08-07

Posts 5455

5 posted 2003-11-18 06:48 PM

"Still the words fall
In quiet hush
And I place a comma here
Stopping one floods
Rush

I do not navigate well
Without the mark call cry
To skirt the edges
Of wondering always

Why"

Maybe you oughtta pick up a GPS...

But then, where would the poetry be in that???

Janet Marie
Member Laureate

since 2000-01-22

Posts 18554

6 posted 2003-11-19 12:31 PM

Intricate the tie
Of depths
Resounding from
A sounding sigh

My roots grow submerged
And spread in shallow weave
To hold the silt of this aged bed
Till in death there is reprieve

Still the words fall
In quiet hush
And I place a comma here
Stopping one floods
Rush

I do not navigate well
Without the mark call cry
To skirt the edges
Of wondering always

Why
=======================

dont ever tell me again that you dont rhyme with the best of them ....
this flows like the river over rock...

you rock and it rolls me.

When I'm with you my eyes are so wide ...
you reached right in my head and turned on the light inside
turned on the light in my mind.

David Gray

passing shadows
Member Empyrean

since 1999-08-26

Posts 45577
displaced

7 posted 2003-11-19 12:44 PM

me too...I can relate to this well

Kaoru

Member Elite

since 2003-06-07

Posts 3892
where the wild flowers grow

8 posted 2003-11-19 03:14 PM

garysgirl

Member Laureate

since 2002-09-29

Posts 19237
Florida, USA

9 posted 2003-11-19 03:30 PM

Capt. Ron, I thought that I've been reading
that you said you couldn't rhyme?!? Now what do
you call this excellent poem, dear Sir?? It's
wonderful rhyme, you know.

Hugs

Ethel

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