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ice
Member Elite

since 2003-05-17

Posts 3404
Pennsylvania

0 posted 2004-06-10 07:11 AM

Surrounded by nothing recognizable,
But irritation
Sharp colors, unfamiliar voices
Light and sound, alarmings
Loud as thunder;
In absence of wren-scold and dove coo,
Orphaned from flower scent
Becoming bored as its mother
Who ponders if is five potato
Pounds enough to make
The stretch of weekly meals?
*
To get away to where, for what cause:
Child, restless in its mother arms
Place of safe, and comfort dwell,
Yet it wiggles to be free
From what it knows, desires
Advancing, towards a thing
It knows not well to fear.
*
Something calls past ends of hands,
That beckons wizards come to play.
Those still, in dress of buntings
Draped in moons and stars;
That think to snap a wand
(like cry) when lost in wilder realms,
Will make its Merlin (mother) reappear.

LeeJ
Member Patricius

since 2003-06-19

Posts 13296

1 posted 2004-06-10 07:39 AM

Very intense read, brilliant write sir, enjoyed!

Gentle Spirit
Member Patricius

since 2000-10-09

Posts 13989

2 posted 2004-06-10 08:32 AM

Excellent write Ford, It reached right in and grabbed my attention.

Kahlil
Senior Member

since 2003-04-12

Posts 1881

3 posted 2004-06-10 08:53 AM

Ice, I watch them, too, and try to imagine/remember their world. And sometimes I still do this:
Yet it wiggles to be free
From what it knows, desires
Advancing, towards a thing
It knows not well to fear.

Thought-provoking write... ~K~

Enchantress
Member Empyrean

since 2001-08-14

Posts 35113
Canada eh.

4 posted 2004-06-10 09:04 AM

Wonderful imagery Ford...
Much enjoyed the read..
and I love to watch the 'yearlings' as well.
Hugs~

~Somewhere in my heart I'm always
Dancing with you in the summer rain~

Copperbell
Senior Member

since 2003-11-08

Posts 956

5 posted 2004-06-10 07:44 PM

Yup, you captured them

sweet little things

It amazes me that when they become adults, we just can't treasure their humanity quite the same. This just can't be right.

Susan
Member Ascendant

since 2004-03-27

Posts 5104
walking the surreal

6 posted 2004-06-10 07:50 PM

Talk about creating a picture, excellent.

Susan

The whole of the Universe resides within each individual heart.

iliana
Member Patricius

since 2003-12-05

Posts 13434
USA

7 posted 2004-06-10 08:39 PM

Ice -- I've got a couple of those yearlings myself, and I definitely appreciate your poem's depth of understanding. Beautifully written.

steavenr
Member Elite

since 2003-11-17

Posts 4058

8 posted 2004-06-10 08:48 PM

Surrounded by nothing recognizable,
But irritation

Advancing, towards a thing
It knows not well to fear

this is a very intriguing write, but the 2 sets of lines above are my favorites...nice, thought-provoking write...

passing shadows
Member Empyrean

since 1999-08-26

Posts 45577
displaced

9 posted 2004-07-04 12:47 PM

yes...wow!

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