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Dressed as You Were For Twain
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Dressed as You Were For Twain |
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Cpat Hair
since 2001-06-05
Posts 11793 |
Last night the lake wore satin Moiré Dyed from the bleed of sun with streaks Pale orange on deeper purples Accents of green around the edges All in play on eyes As if Monet had come to life And painted across the edges Half lost dreams from times when ink Ran across pages in tell of lust Bared shoulders And oilskin wrappings For worn leather journals That no longer exist I thought of how such light might lay Across the tone of your skin And how your eyes might reflect In midnight foxfire The flames of feeling Rich as the taste of you Chocolate times Of painting fingers across a sigh And holding half grasped tenderness On rough palmed writes I watched as light shifted And the lake in her restless quiet way Undressed beneath the budding stars Remembering how it was that you looked Bare souled in your own reveal Knowing Calling twain Didn’t help one keep from running aground |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
Not often enough do I tell you just how talented you are... "Last night the lake wore satin Moiré Dyed from the bleed of sun with streaks Pale orange on deeper purples Accents of green around the edges All in play on eyes " You take all the arts and encompass them in word and it translates. When you write of music I can hear it, and when you employ paint as metaphor, I see. You, my lovely friend, are poet.  |
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Tiersdin Member Elite
since 2000-11-17
Posts 2364east coast |
Special, for many reasons... ~tier  |
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Cpat Hair
since 2001-06-05
Posts 11793 |
and you lady are far too kind... I am actually quite critical of this one.. it rambles... and it is not as clear as it should be.. but I do thank you dear.. I do thank you for the very kind words.. |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
growling and grinning... I could just SHAKE my monitor sometimes when I read your self criticisms! But then again, that's just you being you. and yer lovely.  |
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nakdthoughts Member Laureate
since 2000-10-29
Posts 19200Between the Lines |
Chocolate times Of painting fingers across a sigh And holding half grasped tenderness On rough palmed writes funny how your words are often imprinted upon my mind... Thank you, C M |
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Susan Member Ascendant
since 2004-03-27
Posts 5104walking the surreal |
Wow! I love the feel, the visual, the breath of this. SusanHappiness isn't something that happens to you, it's created from within you. Joy is a state of mind. |
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iliana Member Patricius
since 2003-12-05
Posts 13434USA |
Oh, WOW! One of the loveliest verses I have ever had the pleasure of reading! Exquisite writing!  .....jo |
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Martie
Moderator
Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
Now Ron How could all these lovely ladies be wrong...huh? You are an excellent poet...and your words just prove it...so there! Loved this one, as I do all of yours. |
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Magnus
since 2001-10-10
Posts 14135South Carolina, USA |
Smooth as silk and a baby's bottom....Mr. S. Well done Ron. |
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miscellanea Member Elite
since 2004-06-24
Posts 4060OH |
You speak to all the senses. Wonderful writing, Cpat. misc'e |
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miscellanea Member Elite
since 2004-06-24
Posts 4060OH |
Just a note to thank you for dropping in at my post. As I saw no e-mail icon, I left a recipe for the Diamante at my post. You're writing is already consistently exquisite, but if you choose to, a diamante is fun to play around with occasionally. MisE? Misc'e? MisC (Cathy)? (I enjoyed your spelling. I had a dilly of a time figuring out how to shorten miscellanea! I wish I would have seen MisE earlier!) |
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LeeJ Member Patricius
since 2003-06-19
Posts 13296 |
a ramble???? Hardly!!!! More like a sparkling Diamond, this was awesomely wholesome and emotionally charged, didn't want it to end. |
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Susan Caldwell Member Rara Avis
since 2002-12-27
Posts 8348Florida |
"I thought of how such light might lay Across the tone of your skin And how your eyes might reflect In midnight foxfire The flames of feeling Rich as the taste of you" Call it what you will...we, the readers, see it as we want to...and I saw this as pure art. The kind that makes me wish I could physically consume it in order for it to become a part of me. "cast me gently into the morning, for the night has been unkind" |
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Sunshine
Administrator
Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
I need air.... too many lines... I dang near wore myself out trying to decide which to reprint... so I'll just repost my humble thanks, Weaver. |
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Nightshade
since 2001-08-31
Posts 13962just out of reach |
As if Monet had come to life And painted across the edges Half lost dreams from times when ink Ran across pages in tell of lust Oh, if only I could even hope to write like this one day! Simply awesome and I am keepin' this one too! hugs, Chris Life itself is the most wonderful fairy tale. |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
Last night the lake wore satin Moiré Dyed from the bleed of sun with streaks Pale orange on deeper purples Accents of green around the edges All in play on eyes As if Monet had come to life And painted across the edges Half lost dreams from times when ink Ran across pages in tell of lust Bared shoulders And oilskin wrappings For worn leather journals That no longer exist --------------------------------- Of painting fingers across a sigh And holding half grasped tenderness On rough palmed writes I watched as light shifted And the lake in her restless quiet way Undressed beneath the budding stars Remembering how it was that you looked Bare souled in your own reveal ================================= *shaking me mothy head* Rambles???? No No No... what it does is seduce the reader ... this my friend is not a ramble... more like a creek current carrying us. The first verse's imagery left me giddy.. Its been a crazy stressful day... my head hurts..my feet hurt, Im tired of cell phones and talking to peeeepul... So now I'll just lose myself in the couple days of posts you have here that Im behind on and make the world go away.  Of painting fingers across a sigh And holding half grasped tenderness On rough palmed writes *heavy moth sigh* And the lake in her restless quiet way Undressed beneath the budding stars yessssssssssss I would love to live as a river flows, carried by the surprise of its own unfolding. |
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Contabo Member
since 2001-11-21
Posts 159 |
Cpat, I have read you many times (lurking)and you continue with quality. Too many strive for quantity. I am still enjoying you. Contabo |
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Mysteria
since 2001-03-07
Posts 18328British Columbia, Canada |
Rambles on? Lord man, ramble more will you? This was absolutely the quickest smile I am going to have for days, and I thank you for that. Beautiful. |
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IndigoEve Member
since 2003-01-10
Posts 279Etched in the illusion of time |
I worship your colors. Yes. If I were to touch you, would you bleed a velvet river, running miracles through the sodden ground? --Moi |
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Local Rebel Member Ascendant
since 1999-12-21
Posts 5767Southern Abstentia |
aye cap'n ye betray the best of technologies in yer prose a thousand pictures with a word  |
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Dark Angel Member Patricius
since 1999-08-04
Posts 10095 |
Last night the lake wore satin Moiré Dyed from the bleed of sun with streaks Pale orange on deeper purples Accents of green around the edges All in play on eyes As if Monet had come to life And painted across the edges oh indeed you are poet dear Sir. Sighhhhh. Maree The clouds never expect it when it rains, but the sea, changes colour, but the sea, does not change. |
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