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Alight soft wisdom in my ear
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Alight soft wisdom in my ear |
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wayoutwalt Member Elite
since 1999-06-22
Posts 4870TEXAS (it's all big) 
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Alight soft wisdom in my ear- means of route shift by light. The green fly quells the red flies flight, the one to tell me what to write. And now I curse a light. A light! Alight soft wisdom in my ear, alight soft kismet, raconteur. Mine country for a light! One to write by every night that somehow fades the wifey’s sight so wakes not wants not to be caught! And from the queen’s cold livery, I beg my thoughts delivery- but stowed up in the tower is. I’m told by ever hour is a poem that slumps from a tree to the queen’s cold wineries. Grape juiced from the pulsing heart though, through time we’re far apart. Hiding by computer light hurried hunches must be right. I type and type without much hype to deliver anon the baby wakes. No light. No light of any color could make this plight any duller. So now I know of what it takes a soft light from a fairy’s mouth should I only sleep and listen maybe then I’ll gain the wisdom. [This message has been edited by wayoutwalt (10-04-2003 03:49 PM).] |
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n2dmystic Member
since 2003-09-27
Posts 253beyond the doors of perception |
this is a truly beautiful musing. thank you Peace, Joe |
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Dark Angel Member Patricius
since 1999-08-04
Posts 10095 |
Smiling at you Walty, you are always a joy to read. Maree  fate is not just |
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paladin
since 2001-08-05
Posts 930Pensacola,Fl. |
Concider this allegory.The process of writing a poem is like bringing a new person into the world.First the decision then the conception.Then we carry the developing poem in the womb of our mind.After a period of gestation we bring it into the world with varying levels of labor.Go forth and multiple my good friend.You have given birth to many fine poems. paladin |
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Marge Tindal
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
Walt~ And this, sir, is FINE POETRY~ *Huglets* ~*Marge*~ ~*When the heart grieves over what it has lost, |
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Gentle Spirit Member Patricius
since 2000-10-09
Posts 13989 |
should I only sleep and listen maybe then I’ll gain the wisdom. smiling~ Ya no, I think this is my favorite line of yours.. ever... very well done sir! |
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cruz Member
since 2000-07-18
Posts 282Dallas,Texas USA |
vivid thoughts here! "I’m told by ever hour is a poem that slumps from a tree to the queen’s cold wineries. Grape juiced from the pulsing heart though, through time we’re far apart." I love the picture of this sad but happy poetree that reaches for gravity as if it were spanish moss...this is an adrian awasum poem! |
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Nan
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-05-20
Posts 21191Cape Cod Massachusetts USA |
Wisdom is yours already my wayout friend... |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
Walt, its so good to see you AND your fading light... bring it back more often, please! |
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Local Parasite
since 2001-11-05
Posts 2527Transylconia, Winnipeg |
I really grinned at the flavour of this poem. "A light! A light!" reminded me of the Rime of the Ancient Mariner. The imagery is also compelling, unreal and fantasy-like, especially the faerie at the end. The result is a very cute manipulation of language into a tongue-in-cheek poem about poems. You're a great writer and it was nice reading from you after fasting for so long. Thanks for the opportunity, keep up the wonderful work. Parasite Faith is a fine invention |
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