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Winter's Child
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Winter's Child |
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LeeJ Member Patricius
since 2003-06-19
Posts 13296
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Smells of smoke rise through the woods Like inhuman thinking Orbiting moods beyond reason Like a mountain trail, uncoiling its offspring Of seething earth’s awakening blooms The hours gobbling protein Writing direction into coolness Coolness with strength and patience Calling to the hunger of snow The need for silk green foliage to dream And the accountable components Of duties, circling a biological clock Of browns, orange, reds, yellows Emitting a mythology of interpretations Light growing absent by appointment only Entwined legless instinct, parting change Interacting keys of deep speechless presence Creating a ballroom of dimensions Wondrous doors opening a soul appointed pass Unto grey-faced droplets of hissing white Correct proportion realizes a genetic clock Holding honor to the Zen of future overtones Dancing rays of “changeless modifications” perfected Sheer psychic power of some divine aboriginal mind Determined, unstoppable circles of frothing memory Focusing on tomorrows outstretched horizon Moth pieces of some infantile spirituality Feeding possibility Securely parked in the infinite eyes of season Like a hint of conventional vows portrayed Urging momentum into a white transition To reflect, perhaps inspire some singing wind Interwoven into music and internal friendships A frothing Viking of winter’s child Grows a breathing discovery….. |
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ice Member Elite
since 2003-05-17
Posts 3404Pennsylvania |
LeeJ Not much time this morning for a proper comment...Gotta go get some plants in the ground... But This stanza I found profound.... "The hours gobbling protein Writing direction into coolness Coolness with strength and patience Calling to the hunger of snow The need for silk green foliage to dream" Enjoyed-------ice ><> Come read to me some poem, |
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ice Member Elite
since 2003-05-17
Posts 3404Pennsylvania |
Oh My! great ending...Dang! this is good, glad I ate it for breakfast...  "To reflect, perhaps inspire some singing wind Interwoven into music and internal friendships A frothing Viking of winter’s child Grows a breathing discovery….." Just had to say that...phones ringing....bye --------ice ><> Come read to me some poem, |
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Dark Stranger Member Patricius
since 2001-03-19
Posts 13631West Coast |
there is a seam there where winter and autumn meet crooked one like a stream that is gathering ice could spend hours there writing of that place from both sides of the stream enjoyed this Lee J |
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