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LeeJ Member Patricius
since 2003-06-19
Posts 13296
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Busy movements, our world’s logic works Morning’s wing through every crevice winking gestures Transfixing in depth, walking through the eyes of basics Sometimes intentional, sometimes by mere reflex Sometimes….blurred, in plumb spaces of 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 and talked and talked With utmost openness, bubbling desires began to unlock Arcs of penmanship, tossing fonts, glowing like a new moon Ribbons of miasma, settling outside our curious windows Whispering secrets to each other, all snug with the growth of afternoon It was a familiar delicious tingle of contentment; we flew within affluence Developing interests, swooning overflowing currency of watercolors You “had” my attention, pointing out that Grande Piano of Virginia` 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 a forest 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 is purpose, interpretations of a profound spiritual rosette~birth~ 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 wind's lovely golden band, 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, oh yes, love, I stumbled, but…as in every end, new beginnings flute embracing enthusiasm Nothing but free verse lay ahead, and because of you… I compose again and again... The power of creation within hopeful poems Fully human and pushing out, sloughing, emerging, continually transcending God this life is ultimately grand! |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
"But…as in life, for awhile the air reached it‘s peak of color…of that I’ll never regret~" this line really got me another keeper for my library thank you, Lee, for delightful imagery and another stimulating write |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
“God this life is ultimately grand!” And truly amazing is your poem, that leads you to this wonderful conclusion. Thank you for sharing your art! Love, Margherita |
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DavePage Member Elite
since 2003-12-21
Posts 2917 |
I've printed this out. I really need to sit down and spend time with it before I say anything. Dave |
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Seymour Tabin Member Empyrean
since 1999-07-07
Posts 31720Tamarac Fla |
LeeJ The fervor of the right is within the light. And you are well tanned.  |
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