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Finding Fossils In The Morning Fog
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Finding Fossils In The Morning Fog |
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icebox Member Elite
since 2003-05-03
Posts 4383in the shadows 
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A noise, some chance harmonic of dry steel on new rust, just a large truck passing by must have opened a door in memory where I'd been leaning sipping coffee laced with cardamom and scraped vanilla, listening to the counterpoint in the Song of Tomahawks played on wooden flute. Until this moment, I'd thought only the shrill high trill of a consecrated whistle, cut from a hollow bone gifted from an eagle's wing, still could bring me back forty years to face again the challenge and the rites of passage into manhood; how swift the melting of the walls in my comfortable hand built reality, the gift of imagery unwrapped in an instant, to shift a continent away, to sift four decades from the day and face again the canyon walls that timelessly hold death and its redemption. The high speed run of memory never fails, hurrying to reach its point, the flash of stark awareness and I'm returned to my small fortress coffee still hot in my hand, reminded that to walk away from memories is just a fool's errand, and the footprint trails were not just left upon the surface of sand. ©2004 by icebox |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
there is a way about you that I can't put into words, but I feel you and it is awesome enough to make me sit back, sigh, and shake my head |
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Copperbell Senior Member
since 2003-11-08
Posts 956 |
So many images go through my mind in reading this one - I'm going to drink this one in again |
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Copperbell Senior Member
since 2003-11-08
Posts 956 |
Okay, so now maybe you could write about the continent four decades ago... and maybe include the canyon???  This is so full for the imagination |
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Earth Angel Member Empyrean
since 2002-08-27
Posts 40215Realms of Light |
..."footprint trails were not just left upon the surface of sand." ~ and that, Dear Box of Ice, is one of the many reasons why you are such a phenominal poet.   EA |
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Seymour Tabin Member Empyrean
since 1999-07-07
Posts 31720Tamarac Fla |
icebox Well done, enjoyed the read. |
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Martie
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
icebox "how swift the melting of the walls in my comfortable hand built reality, the gift of imagery unwrapped in an instant, to shift a continent away, to sift four decades from the day and face again the canyon walls that timelessly hold death and its redemption." To be able to open the doors of time is a gift. |
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Susan Member Ascendant
since 2004-03-27
Posts 5104walking the surreal |
that to walk away from memories is just a fool's errand, and the footprint trails were not just left upon the surface of sand. I enjoyed the feel of this entire piece, but these lines really hit me. What a great way to describe memories etched upon one's soul. SusanHappiness isn't something that happens to you, it's created from within you. Joy is a state of mind. |
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iliana Member Patricius
since 2003-12-05
Posts 13434USA |
What an excellent example of how our senses attach to memories... maybe for a reason sometimes, maybe not. This wistful poem has left me pondering why that is. Much enjoyed the write, Icebox, as always.....jo |
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Honeybunch Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-29
Posts 7115South Africa |
"to walk away from memories is just a fool's errand, and the footprint trails were not just left upon the surface of sand." I see these words have hit home to others as well as myself. There's only one thing to do with memories - swallow them and when they repeat remember we did only what we could with the limited amount of knowledge/awareness available to us at the time and then ... swallow again! |
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