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White Stones |
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LeeJ Member Patricius
since 2003-06-19
Posts 13296
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Wonder with appetite enslaves posture Riding like a wave in coral sunsets A subterranean breathing motion… Drowning in cobblestones of golden daffodils Certain of mid yawns dripping with harvest Hems growing wet…from child laughter And the wandering stages of natures face Thoughts made white like maiden forms Speckled with wide hanging sleeves Through fragrant herbs, your sound growing there Like ancient days of losing reason Sealing smooth spiraling tales of truth marriage I am the visitor, collecting myriad turning pegs Following me everywhere, starting ripples Forth coming sages with sweet minds Transplanted and self contained Liquid pearls of honorable guests, hidden Shaking the trees of forget-me-nots Felling to self-examination Where green streams drink alone with the moon Living recluse on twilight-mountains, half buried and alive It’s a rendering of silken musicians with silver combs Breaking the heavy waves of humbled thoughts Where fresh colored uplands crawl to our feet From the caves of level paths and withered sunsets From the welfare of dry deserts, speaks a northern fury Where a mind is quieted with cypress canopies Held by a clear blue sky of happy life Where at night I lay down to rest…hearing bell sounds Of reverence and a hearth of warmth And this provides my fortunes |
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Gentle Spirit Member Patricius
since 2000-10-09
Posts 13989 |
I was going to highlight certain verses, then I realized I can't... they are all so well written. You capture images vividly and present them to the reader....that they can draw them in and absorb them. Very well done dear....well done indeed! |
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Cpat Hair
since 2001-06-05
Posts 11793 |
Lee... I wanted you to know..I do read your words... I simply am far too often left with nothing to say that makes sense..and say nothing.. |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
you know you're good if you leave Ron speechless |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
Yes, what P.S. said... and a ditto. |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
"It’s a rendering of silken musicians with silver combs Breaking the heavy waves of humbled thoughts Where fresh colored uplands crawl to our feet From the caves of level paths and withered sunsets" oh, that is absolutely gorgeous |
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Magnus
since 2001-10-10
Posts 14135South Carolina, USA |
Shaking the trees of forget-me-nots Felling to self-examination Where green streams drink alone with the moon Living recluse on twilight-mountains, half buried and alive Awesome lines, as are all the rest... |
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Rick Member Elite
since 2001-06-21
Posts 2903Victoria, Australia |
Dear Lee, as said, we are often beyond words to descibe what we feel of your works, never think we do not read, we read but our mouths stay open to the image of beauty; just let me tell you, you have a gift that is honored well. Be well dear friend and take care. Sincerely Rick |
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