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LeeJ Member Patricius
since 2003-06-19
Posts 13296
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Time kneads failures into softness Liquid waves turning twin fall spirits Expression like a mason jar embraces Picturesque corn and the essence of things Ahhh, but sores never speak words, do they? What sounds accompany the heart’s record? Where the newborn cries every time Solo and determined, propelling toward light Easing into a bath of lukewarm pools And faces the silent wounded Wondering what will erase their puzzling gaze They speak of the faint odor of fireflies Hearing talk of approaching warmth Phosphorescent holy water brainstorming I plant herbs lovingly with care They smile at the beauty of the world And what has been laid down in my arms Their essence depends solely on my attention I wonder if they enjoy classical music Who will I be to them, these dreaming herbs? Perhaps in flesh, I may encourage their echoes At least until fall, when they decompose Into tangible cream for mother earth Sleeping balm, droplets of constant birth Shimmering veil unique and beloved form Singing to me in some constant tone From the deepest ark where plenty thrives Where land sails through images of light Recognizing the fire and embers of snow Their cells open into lungs of artistic deco Creating form, pondering details Colonizing into gales So lovingly and generous I watch the authority which fruits in spring That softness jumps once again into mason jars Golden corm, spices and herbs Unleashing the balm of aloe I can no longer remember failures Faith always rises, with new branches And I realize, I have all that is needed For a moment an ocean paradise sparks my eye It’s intoxicating light, touches my dreaming body Lifting me into the know, that one single Grain of sand, is that intimate space focal The faint white space always hovering & begins Makes it all worthwhile, the words, I mean Become, even if sleepwalking through fetal eyes We are the hip of tangible music In a long white formal backless silk dress, mystic Where time kneads failures into softness If we’d only learn not to fight it…. Planting herbs |
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Elizabeth Santos Member Rara Avis
since 1999-11-08
Posts 9269Pennsylvania |
Time kneads failures into softness like a mason jar embraces picturesque corn and the essence of things when they decompose Into tangible cream for mother earth, droplets of constant birth Singing to me in some constant tone, sleepwalking through fetal eyes, Where time kneads failures into softness what an awesome picture you have painted you teach me how to write Wonderful! Liz |
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Sadelite Member Elite
since 2003-10-11
Posts 2519 |
Oh my goodness, Lee. This is marvelously written and read! It is eloquent with rich imagery and subtle repetition. It's got to be one of my favorites! Thanks for sharing it with us. Sadelite |
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Seymour Tabin Member Empyrean
since 1999-07-07
Posts 31720Tamarac Fla |
LeeJ "Where time kneads failures into softness If we’d only learn not to fight it…. Planting herbs." That says it all. Good morning. |
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Earth Angel Member Empyrean
since 2002-08-27
Posts 40215Realms of Light |
Lee, anyone who can write as you do has to be special in so many ways!  Thoroughly enjoyed this reading experience! Good morning, and have a fabulous day!  Linda |
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JL Member Ascendant
since 2004-04-01
Posts 6128Texas, USA |
You never cease to amaze with your wonderful poetry. JL  She said: ”You look cute in the dark.” |
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LeeJ Member Patricius
since 2003-06-19
Posts 13296 |
thanks everyone for your comments and support. I used to put up some 300 jars of veggies, sauces and pickles, and those mason jars looked so beautifully artistic to me when all done. That is what helped inspire some of this poem...those mason jars full of food, stored for the winter months. Now, sihing I'd have taken a picture of them. Summer was indeed plentiful, and the harvest was beyond imagination. |
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