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Beholding to Thoughts
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Beholding to Thoughts |
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LeeJ Member Patricius
since 2003-06-19
Posts 13296
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Although a little shy, hunger pressed me ahead favorably A natural transition, though some might consider, “what if’s”? Whose signature it is, to take down transcripts Of each day that continues to orchestrate interest The eye of daylight grows older still While I sip on a glass of warming good will Memory hesitates for a moment, with a sigh Must have been that long grain white rice? Took near a full turn to digest what it seems There was something long after, yet always undreamed Don’t be so surprised, all wealth lives in the earth I’m still patching cracks in a worldly ceiling Doesn’t everyone, furnish their right hand? Pacing to and fro, an innocent voice, knowing sight Like neighbors welcoming you home on Christmas night Outside the spouting is clogged with leaves The worlds a little poorer it seems Images look right into sensations, we think they cause The Gods look more imperfectly into my mirror and draw They say there is nothing hidden and refreshments are served Where you first in line? It seems nature provides some scope of magic Resembling the hard work of a natural law Determining each chain of some full figured event Intimately waxing the brows of each soul I think sometimes, they’re lost some to…the God’s If I see the Spirit, does that means it breathes in my soul? I’m not so sure when time collapsed? But it drinks me like a revolutionary Widespread beliefs without a mirror of fact Leads my perception towards the spell of enchantments Where the old sprites tell stories and dance Spinning myths that cleave close to human souls Plump plumage entwines an imperfect cup Into a feverish bold new love I’m offered a bedazzling metamorphosis Scarf of equal standing near to take purpose Fragrance lives on the check bone of wheels Box office prophets plotting every new detail I can’t help but wonder if they’re equally free Or are they born into some state of affairs quit holy Sometimes the smallest note becomes the richest harmony So don’t tease or scorn what to you seems homely In all due respect to those past, who introduced me My mind leaps with food of listening curiosity To the daylight hours and the night’s sweet perfume I don’t mind being the son of a peasant in a school room as the sycamore trees gather in the endless hills or the sun falls off to a blueberry sky Calling the air, daughter of virtue, you see All things are like a language itself, including humans Is there some room for me there in your mind? |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
An intriguing write, so rich in images. You take the reader into your thoughts. I especially loved: Widespread beliefs without a mirror of fact Leads my perception towards the spell of enchantments Where the old sprites tell stories and dance Spinning myths that cleave close to human souls Love and Light. Margherita  |
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suthern
since 1999-07-29
Posts 20723Louisiana |
For me, it all comes back to that last line. *S* It's where I arrive no matter where my thoughts wander. *S* I like this very much, Lee... you give us much to think about... and a lovely gifting it is. *S* |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
blueberry sky...*smile* |
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Startime55 Member Elite
since 2003-04-05
Posts 2148Alberta, Canada |
You draw visions of your thoughts with your words the take into the private domain that is you....wonderfully done... |
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