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Craggy Thoughts
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Craggy Thoughts |
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LeeJ Member Patricius
since 2003-06-19
Posts 13296
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Morning is a state of being Simple precinct Frescoes dripping with chronicles Monuments of quarterly seasons Gesturing pleasant weather I’d forgotten what seized me What looked like craggy rocks Shuffling on lonely beaches Old…worn away, collecting coupons symbolic Like lost voyagers knocking Plying at my door Torn…disheartened Pulling angles off of clouds Staring blank less out to sea These little hit and miss rocks Slouching with unawareness Crumbling bones of what dwarfed Slender harbors…out-of-body lost souls Challenging a danger of no repair Sunken…skating a thin margin Half buried in the sand, on Viagra overload Feeding off puzzled memory Where no answers are raised cordial Cutting everything down to size Eating right off my kitchen table Whom I did not invite… Desperately digging for food, in snow covered weather Writing about mad men who drink cheap whisky Commingling like road kill thoughts sickening Greasy stains winking And I wonder…what is this place? Why did I stop here? How do they fill each other? Beneath the echelon of hunger? Drums of woeful attitudes Raiding the next fishing village With no thought of humble pleasures Burning ladder spindles Eye of envy, looking through every blue window Gesturing of inclement weather, fangs dripping saliva Staring past the scent of magnolia Dicing onions Contrary to everything which needs each other How can one give, what they’ve never known? Yet, tomorrow’s dawn still comes Just like I thought her Like a lifelong nuptial Well fed and muscular High flavored neurons, never counting ghosts Painting physically powerful dreams Branching resilient Glossy fibers of a contented mentor Facilitating self-possession Self-interest glowing….like a child star Being born… Arranging little garden ponds Musing air born fogs Like my lifelong silhouette Mouth shaped of rose, beyond belief Increasing my eyes heedless And lay elegant around my feet Planting impressions into the future Regardless of what people think Sincerity appreciates, regardless of race or creed |
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Earth Angel Member Empyrean
since 2002-08-27
Posts 40215Realms of Light |
"Sincerity appreciates, regardless of race or creed" ~ Methinks such "thoughts" be not "craggy"!  Wonderful, thought-provoking writing from you ~ as usual!!! Love & Light, Linda |
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Startime55 Member Elite
since 2003-04-05
Posts 2148Alberta, Canada |
Ah...each new day brings with it new thoughs to be explored...Your thoughts are filled with description and deep feeling...Magnificent... |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
don't ask me why but this poem made me think of building a Starbucks on the boardwalk at the beach |
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Insomniac Cat Member
since 2003-09-23
Posts 69The Land of the Dadaists |
I really like your imagery, there were some awesome lines in here! "I am the hobbyhorse. I am the stapler in the mud, the toad in your brain." |
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Sadelite Member Elite
since 2003-10-11
Posts 2519 |
Lee, The more I read your writing, the more I like it! Your thinking is so radiant, branching off in a spoke-like motion, giving so much room for interpretation, but going back to the main focus. I understand more each time, but still have a way to go. Be assured I'll keep trying. You are a tremendous writer. |
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