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Greeneyes

Member Rara Avis

since 2000-09-09

Posts 9903
In Your Poetic Mind

0 posted 2004-09-12 04:30 PM

      Sometimes I find myself thinking of her
she crawls inside       it feel effortless
as though she has always been there

She   carved shapeless marble
   in soul design yet
built no cathedrals

{I think of her hands,  such
             quiet hands--mostly
        when the sun fades

        how, with faith, I climbed
many heights
lost, alone     silence
became a true friend}

Somewhere upon
       the restless sea

riches of earth passed me by –

I longed for hours of
  quietness when I         would
know true tranquility

sketching thoughts

I have never seen wild daffodils
in a blue vase

my imagination is kind

sketching reason

She stood    between  cradle and bed
her white    gown sparked a candle,
    she held   a book of   pages
tied together with wiring
     testimony

Not once:

did I suspect the earth was hollow, lost
as I,   among       fields

or the flame
that held  shadows

I surrender  my fear
to a past I can not discard

2:00 AM
white clouds are
       suspended above the city

I find myself starting to ask:
   {"who carried   you home?"}
to peace

Etched glass of  spirit,
stone         clues  --  divine presence --
every shadow sat  silent  in seduction while
      lavender evenings   danced somewhere

blue will fill  windows
green will calms  fears

      she was tender--  loving

I define her vesper    in silent moments
bringing rain to  her gardens:

Reminding me, I am the echo

standing at the edge of water

weeping for her

~~**~~

{Sketched thoughts -- in Memory of my Mother}

I don’t want the world to see me
cause I don’t think that they’d understand
When everything’s made to be broken I just want you to know who I am

BluesSerenade
Member Patricius

since 2001-10-23

Posts 10549
By the Seaside

1 posted 2004-09-12 04:36 PM

She   carved shapeless marble
   in soul design yet
built no cathedrals

{I think of her hands,  such
             quiet hands--mostly
        when the sun fades

So pretty, and a such soulful write Lauren!
A daughter's love is a Mother's greatest gift.

Beautiful, you~

Sunshine

Administrator

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since 1999-06-25

Posts 63354
Listening to every heart

2 posted 2004-09-12 04:38 PM

This is beautiful,
and she
lives
in you.

Brava!

Enchantress
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since 2001-08-14

Posts 35113
Canada eh.

3 posted 2004-09-12 07:08 PM

Lauren...this needed a hanky alert.
The most beautiful piece you have written.
Absolutely exquisite ...love your use of color.
Hugs and love ya pretty lady~

~Autumn..the year's last, loveliest smile.~

scorpio
Member Ascendant

since 2002-10-02

Posts 5178
right...there

4 posted 2004-09-12 07:22 PM

Powerful and beautiful Lauren.

believe in what your heart feels...

passing shadows
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since 1999-08-26

Posts 45577
displaced

5 posted 2004-09-13 01:58 AM

as my mother died when I was ten, I appreciate this write deeply

Skyfire

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since 2000-12-27

Posts 3381
Riding

6 posted 2004-09-13 03:07 AM

This is absolutely beautiful. Thank you so much for sharing this

and then He created the horse...

LeeJ
Member Patricius

since 2003-06-19

Posts 13296

7 posted 2004-09-13 07:16 AM

this was tremendous! Soft and beautfiul...memories revisiting those ocuntless moments...

Earth Angel
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since 2002-08-27

Posts 40215
Realms of Light

8 posted 2004-09-13 09:03 AM

Lauren, that was one of the most beautiful poems that I have ever read. The love of your mother brought out even more of your poetic soul. Words cannot express the depth of my appreciation of your writing. God has blessed you with immeasurable talent.

Your mother is smiling...

Love & Eternal Light,
Linda

P.S. You are not only beautiful on the inside ~ but on the outside as well!

Gentle Spirit
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since 2000-10-09

Posts 13989

9 posted 2004-09-13 11:29 AM

My own died when I was eighteen months old hon, this landed in my heart
and left me with a sigh...

heart hugs.

miscellanea
Member Elite

since 2004-06-24

Posts 4060
OH

10 posted 2004-09-13 11:53 AM

Beautifully sketched with tenderness...
Thank you for sharing these parts of her with us.
miscellanea

Startime55
Member Elite

since 2003-04-05

Posts 2148
Alberta, Canada

11 posted 2004-09-13 12:55 PM

It made me think of the lonely cry of a loon....tears came to the eyes easily as I read this poem...**hugs**

soul drifter
Senior Member

since 2004-09-08

Posts 711
Colorado

12 posted 2004-09-13 03:23 PM

This poem is so beautiful and warm, I would like to crawl inside it and understand what it is to be a REAL poet. Thank you for this..

"Poets are all who love, who feel great truths, and tell them; and the truth of truths is love." --Philip James Bailey

Dark Angel
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since 1999-08-04

Posts 10095

13 posted 2004-09-13 04:58 PM

Beautiful Lauren

Maree.

The clouds never expect it when it rains, but the sea, changes colour, but the sea, does not change.
~Stevie Nicks~

littlewing
Member Rara Avis

since 2003-03-02

Posts 9655
New York

14 posted 2004-09-13 05:59 PM

Lauren,

halfway through I saw her in
a nursery, so soft . . .
like a lullaby . . .

beautiful

Mysteria

Member Laureate

since 2001-03-07

Posts 18328
British Columbia, Canada

15 posted 2004-09-13 07:09 PM

Lauren an absolutely superb sketch of thought this was. I see where your the source of your gentleness came from now.

Greeneyes

Member Rara Avis

since 2000-09-09

Posts 9903
In Your Poetic Mind

16 posted 2004-09-14 08:17 AM

My mother died when I was 3, I do not remember her but know how gentle she was and very loving to everyone, (what i was told) and her favorite flowers were daffodils, especially in spring....Thank you for the heartfelt replies, and for letting me share a little of her with you....

I don’t want the world to see me
cause I don’t think that they’d understand
When everything’s made to be broken I just want you to know who I am

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