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LeeJ Member Patricius
since 2003-06-19
Posts 13296
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Busy movements, oh how our world’s logic works Morning’s wing through every crevice taking gestures Transfixing in depth, walking through the eyes of fundamentals Sometimes intentional, sometimes by mere reflex essentual Sometimes….blurred, in plump spaces of azure oceans curtseying Like a handsome pretence, charming weather flutters about Into the hearts of early morning, under her sheltering shawl Of crystal blue winged seas, mutually we talked With utmost openness, bubbling desires began to unlock Arcs of penmanship, tossing fonts, glowing like a new silvery moon Ribbons of miasma, settling outside our curious window Whispering secrets to each other, all preciously snug, within the growth of afternoons It was a familiar, delicious tingle of contentment; we flew within a mysterious affluence Developing interests, swooning overflowing currency of watercolors You “had” my attention, pointing out that Grande Piano of Virginia's Godess We were travelers together dining on God’s mind…a soft and lovely starry mantra You were not a common site, but a deep refection of immense wings which soared Above the rulers of humanity, but you were gone through each and every morn Now I dimly register evenings and its promises, in reminiscence, Proverbial watercourse communes an ambiguous journals balance You found a new spot within your crowned feminine seaway With a slow beat, I sank to my knees, counting the welts of wordplay But…as in life, for awhile the air reached it‘s peak of color…of that I’ll never regret Twilight rose in purpose, interpretations of a profound spiritual rosette All illuminations within a vast persuasive sea had fallen to gold Where our eyes met evenly, our expressions seemed to creatively unfold` Now I skip delicately barefoot, extraordinarily primed across the sands Expressionless, from that small wind, and your eccentric musing hands The look of illustrations serves me perfectly, from a flaming spiral stairway With eagerness to build a bridge, no longer arguing any premise Following life to the ridge of an artful map, fervent and unafraid Wide intervals stand, by my side, in a ringed pastureland of golden braids Yes, love, I stumbled, but…as in every end, beginnings flute embracing enthusiasm Nothing but free verse lay ahead, and because of you… I compose The power of creation within hopeful poems Fully human and pushing out, sloughing, emerging, continually transcending |
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littlewing Member Rara Avis
since 2003-03-02
Posts 9655New York |
God Lee . . . you are speaking to me this morning in so many ways you may not even perceive there is so much here yet again: Like a handsome pretence, charming weather flutters about Into the hearts of early morning, under her sheltering shawl Of crystal blue winged seas, mutually we talked With utmost openness, bubbling desires began to unlock We were travelers together dining on God’s mind…a soft and lovely starry mantra You were not a common site, but a deep refection of immense wings which soared Nothing but free verse lay ahead, and because of you… I compose The power of creation all of this Lee all of it . . . pure beauty xxoo |
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Kaoru
since 2003-06-07
Posts 3892where the wild flowers grow |
Always a treat to read you, you know? |
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