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I am...Written for Rene, Bonnie and JL
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I am...Written for Rene, Bonnie and JL |
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LeeJ Member Patricius
since 2003-06-19
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A brisk day, well rounded, coming to a small pool The kind of spring, bubbling around all green sphagnum Where land has always fallen away Gaining legs of kindling, for the fires of thought Neck stretched long, in this blinking poolside memorial Great landscapes fevered passages, through azaleas renting space Without benefit of wishing, there were larger days Dawn seethed across the sky, like the sound of giant waking firs With little blinking eyes, ventilating something that was heard An old upward yearning, mused across the heavens One of which lights prospect, in all given minutes I grew right into that complimentary rock of hardwood which Held a yellowish light, guiding me through charming air sashes Varied and unbound…within my reach, like a great mountain wilderness Yet to be known and explored…a great reaching ocean bonneted Consuming my total being Where every temple under bare feet stood, with the devotion of a coonhound There were no scant numbers that grudged or uttered restlessness earthbound More so…senses alert with vast spoken compassion and love All fibers of physical alterations became one Humming, offering and tapping their feet Blowing long silences of sounds pure, like a nutritious retreat Forearms and cheekbones of expressive music and art Like those peaceful still paintings within the minds of a master’s heart Drenching times, when one would never know without Large fingertips dripping with red flames rising, spewing volcanic constellations Proving to be a kin to all beings of music, like the sound of an owl calling to next morning Long sincere themes, hints of an ever present world…offering up, written mayflies To a costly song AND “how to make peace with it”, “turning it into a lullaby” Linking all that is, dreaming a natural ballad soothed Like a woman from a previous century, living on twilights youth Right then I realized, turning toward the light Swaying as the weightlessness caught my insight I am the rest of evening Ladders which touch siblings I am selected, unwrapped and segmented, like autumn working apples Producing and carrying me into a hint of winter’s song An individual snowflake softly falling to the ground I am pure dust of lonesomeness, diluted with sound I am nature with a voice full and vibrantly loud I am every ooze of blood and face of years gone past I am despair, panic and resentments outcast I am the wolf seeking prey; I am the rabbit’s astuteness The great eagle boundless But to, I am the tones of feelings, seething way Altering the better in each new spray of day I am the hope of visuals, the face laying bear and beaten in the rain The singing choral of encouragement, a complex story, oddly mundane I am music, features dreaming birth I am the fireside turning ashes to dust and dirt I am a form of beauty, which no one shall duplicate or know I am a small immersed wandering minnow I am thought in words; I’ll die and live again In either place, I am the breath & thought, of a great composing Zen Merry Merry Christmas to Bonnie, Rene and JL Also for my son, his wife and their precious little girl Happy Holidays Dearhearts Wishing you all a safe and lovely holiday Season, may all your dreams come true. Luv Lee J. |
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suthern
since 1999-07-29
Posts 20723Louisiana |
I am the rest of evening Ladders which touch siblings I am selected, unwrapped and segmented, like autumn working apples Producing and carrying me into a hint of winter’s song An individual snowflake softly falling to the ground I am pure dust of lonesomeness, diluted with sound I am nature with a voice full and vibrantly loud I am every ooze of blood and face of years gone past I am despair, panic and resentments outcast I am the wolf seeking prey; I am the rabbit’s astuteness The great eagle boundless But to, I am the tones of feelings, seething way Altering the better in each new spray of day I am the hope of visuals, the face laying bear and beaten in the rain The singing choral of encouragement, a complex story, oddly mundane I am music, features dreaming birth I am the fireside turning ashes to dust and dirt I am a form of beauty, which no one shall duplicate or know I am a small immersed wandering minnow I am thought in words; I’ll die and live again In either place, I am the breath & thought, of a great composing Zen I kept trying to pick my favorite "I am"... and had to pick them all... What a beautiful, powerful write! |
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