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Navigating Mile Six Past Turner's Bend (Ghost Dance of White)
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Navigating Mile Six Past Turner's Bend (Ghost Dance of White) |
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Cpat Hair
since 2001-06-05
Posts 11793 |
Midway through the bend Water tumbled hard In headlong fall that scrapes its knees along the gravel below furrowing out a channel deeper than the shallow crowd it ran through before. In the anguished muffled roar of sound I listen for the words you said The ones which in just such a place Led us to the edges of evening Wrapped in bared skin and soul Eager to explore The next curve or bend Till we ourselves lay spent And the small fire we built Reflected the hush In both our eyes That was long ago And still the river tears along Picking up first this stone Then that To rearrange the way it all sounds When I hear again The sounds of twain “Call your mark!” “Set it at three!” I hear the words sung out Yet know along the edges of the notes they form I’m lost again When thoughts of you are born And I see you standing there Dress pulled tight by wind Waiting Wondering “ Does it ever end?” |
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Soleil Noir Senior Member
since 2001-12-19
Posts 688USA |
I listen for the words you said The one which in just such a place Led us to the edges of evening Wrapped in bared skin and soul Eager to explore The next curve or bend ... Wondering “ Does it ever end?” ... Gads, I hope not. |
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Seymour Tabin Member Empyrean
since 1999-07-07
Posts 31720Tamarac Fla |
Cpat, Only when you end. Enjoyed the read. |
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Enchantress Member Empyrean
since 2001-08-14
Posts 35113Canada eh. |
Excellent write Captain... Much enjoyed. Hugs~ ~ Those who complain the sun has gone out of their world |
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Martie
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
Ron "And I see you standing there Dress pulled tight by wind" I love that image, and the whole poem! |
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Susan Caldwell Member Rara Avis
since 2002-12-27
Posts 8348Florida |
The other night I was going through some stuff and came across a binder...and inside the outside pocket was a rock, that had been given to me. Some rocks have meaning. and so do certain memories.  and I wonder if we really want the memories to end...."cast me gently into the morning, for the night has been unkind" ~Sarah McLachlan~ |
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Susan Member Ascendant
since 2004-03-27
Posts 5104walking the surreal |
Mmm, mmm, mmm. Very nice.  SusanHappiness isn't something that happens to you, it's created from within you. Joy is a state of mind. |
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Dark Angel Member Patricius
since 1999-08-04
Posts 10095 |
And still the river tears along Picking up first this stone Then that To rearrange the way it all sounds Sir Ron? I see it, I hear. Marvelous! Maree. The clouds never expect it when it rains, but the sea, changes colour, but the sea, does not change. |
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babygirlwlove Senior Member
since 2004-10-10
Posts 1180New York City |
just passing thru, chief... **babyblu** **Intoxicant to the SouL** |
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