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Walking through the Window - For Annie
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Walking through the Window - For Annie |
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LeeJ Member Patricius
since 2003-06-19
Posts 13296
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Moorish rose, releases planets Upon a coast of formed motion Wearing goulashes wanting to Return to the warming trends Of naked spring country Teaching an art of poetry to three voices But… Singing autumn crickets, climb night walls Becoming the heretics with letters of Quiet words from a dying woman Breaking the sound barrier Snow watcher songs with white tracks Passing out progress in a cabbage patch Chapbook of drunken moods by her side She’s in and out Painting like Michelangelo, from memory Names on the road, sometimes blurred But none-the-less, there with her December hatchlings resolve a prophecy Serving a departure breakfast A sacrament of reality to A passing beauty Four days without food sets in motion Preparation for the hesitant soul She’s unafraid, yet reluctant to enter This new ballad, prepared by Far away islands with good hearts of stone White lotus curves this infant for the other side It is the last days, offering peace signs To photographs left behind, where her Colors were a breath of spring A veil of perfume will linger by a lake Of siblings, friends & children Celebration of age, to a small girl sleeping Awaiting the dream swallows of homage Transcending with a calligrapher of parting love She sleeps with Gods & Goddess’s fixated gaze Her manuscripts adrift in the wind Occasionally she wakes, but returns to them Now dripping with extraterrestrial meanings And overtures of partial correspondence Still a writer at work with her shadow twin In the natural amphitheatre of life There is a purpose in every second Where love songs threaten even old men Awakening the frozen dogs of windows Tiptoeing towards the other side of a patio Like something tugging on a line Viewing some untouched land from the air Faint seepage toward a distance tree Telling of the chief of human faculty Promised arching beyond sunset and dawn There is where she will recognize mortal flesh With divine patience From crossing to crossing Woman who shared open fruit in endlessness Now... Abundant, weightless spirit unto her tongue A mysterious fuel speaking to the mind Looking at sounds of the sea from a child’s eye And perhaps, the poet’s choice? Her earth will remain young…mortal words monumental In all seasons of life In the cricket songs of autumn, finding the tropic islands Of the guide dancers, in a place of time at heart’s end…. And soul’s beginning Fair well my full-grown friend Remember, if you can, I love you |
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Gentle Spirit Member Patricius
since 2000-10-09
Posts 13989 |
Her earth will remain young…mortal words monumental In all seasons of life In the cricket songs of autumn, finding the tropic islands Of the guide dancers, in a place of time at heart’s end…. And soul’s beginning Fair well my full-grown friend Remember, if you can, I love you Oh Lee.....this leaves me in a whisper.... so loving and beautiful and brave.... it tugs my heart strings...  The greatest beauty on earth, is |
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nakdthoughts Member Laureate
since 2000-10-29
Posts 19200Between the Lines |
White lotus curves this infant for the other side It is the last days, offering peace signs To photographs left behind, where her Colors were a breath of spring so pretty, Lee  M |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
Now dripping with extraterrestrial meanings And overtures of partial correspondence Still a writer at work with her shadow twin In the natural amphitheatre of life There are many many lines in this incredible work that touched me powerfully, just choose the above because it's really extraordinary. Your poems, dear Lee, have a special SOUND accompanying them and I listen to it with great pleasure. Love, Margherita |
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Marge Tindal 
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
Lee~ I felt the seeping of weeping in this piece of your heart~ So sadly beautiful it is~ *Huglets*  ~*Marge*~ ~*When the heart grieves over what it has lost, |
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Robert Frazier Senior Member
since 2003-02-06
Posts 1014 |
There's so much to like about this poem, even with it's stylish complexities. I saved this gem: "Where love songs threaten even old men". That's rich! Rf |
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Martie
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
There is so much richness in this, LeeJ....you are amazing, my friend! |
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froggy Senior Member
since 2003-06-23
Posts 1893Michigan |
I agree with the others on this one LeeJ. :-) |
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Ericc Member Elite
since 2003-01-31
Posts 4178 |
I love your writing....and this is why. Eric |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
 how beautiful |
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