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Honeybunch
Member Rara Avis

since 2001-12-29

Posts 7115
South Africa

0 posted 2004-11-18 02:55 PM

Dressed for the eyes,
green eyes, black eyes,
eyes of velvet,
whatever you like,
but I like dappled –
mirrored truth
of a mind wide open.

I have never seen wild daffodils,
the images of love,
or progression of grace
in temporal wanderings.
Inconsiderate
a shovelful of earth
on the sunrise of love
tiering up
in cyber blue skies
and the roses wait
a morning’s isle
dipping over the landscape
memories and mists
of magic.

Silver winds of sea breeze
and Venus dances
spring to summer
anticipating autumn
because colour comes
sometimes in the fall.

High cliffs
to soul canyons within,
but why the fool in seeking
another of the quiet ones
in autumn colour?

Blessed be life’s window
even when the sun is gone.
Where are you,
lady of mystery,
silky woman?
In the dark they have no colour
reasoning with God
the fall of discontentment.

Inner abstracts of stressed colours
outlasting silence,
navigating mile six past Turner’s Bend
and the blades of grass grow green,
dear Thomas,
but I know you knew
the brides in shadow
like flowers in a storm,
weapons in production
of quiet waters.

I sigh. Not I nor me
in disco lights
the chase of minds
this August night
along the worded path.

Take it! I sent you
notes on the rising sky
and the kiss of evermore
but it is a morning of leaves
and washed footprints
in my midnight thoughts
of the passing summer.
Dying is a holiday,
silence – I hold you
like a dog.

Worn, under siege,
the poets of inner and outer universes
two stone castles
inanimate.
Life is a haze
a slow fall,
that must be the reason
memories of madmen
and echoes between
my lady and my lady
like ribbons in the wind
forgotten.

Billowing angelic pillows
of poetic whispers
flowers in the gutter,
a “Good-bye Story”
for just this moon,
Corona moon,
poetess of the blue
in the dream garden.

I just needed you to know
to be in love with you
the destined way
before it turns to ashes
on the loss of a child
tracing lines
in a pixie related patchwork
of life.

Said in ancient voices,
“Call it love”
as spirit flutes dance a wind song
in the silence
of autumn’s embers,
autumn’s ashes.

(To be continued)

Sunshine

Administrator

Member Empyrean

since 1999-06-25

Posts 63354
Listening to every heart

1 posted 2004-11-18 03:07 PM

You are having way too much fun....

LeeJ
Member Patricius

since 2003-06-19

Posts 13296

2 posted 2004-11-18 03:11 PM

Extraordiary you are
as well as your creativity
felt from the heart....flowing
like a cool pool of tranquil azure blue

amazing

Honeybunch
Member Rara Avis

since 2001-12-29

Posts 7115
South Africa

3 posted 2004-11-18 04:17 PM

Thanks Sunshine and LeeJ - yes, I'm having fun but it's still a pretty emotional experience.

inkedgoddess
Member Rara Avis

since 2002-11-19

Posts 7392
Ohio

4 posted 2004-11-18 05:25 PM

how cool!
actually found myself a few times

nakdthoughts
Member Laureate

since 2000-10-29

Posts 19200
Between the Lines

5 posted 2004-11-18 05:41 PM

Helen I was trying to figure out the meaning behind the poem until I recognized the first line...
you are doing a great job..and thank you for including me

hugs
M

Honeybunch
Member Rara Avis

since 2001-12-29

Posts 7115
South Africa

6 posted 2004-11-18 05:41 PM

inkedgoddess - Hi, Glad you enjoyed.

Honeybunch
Member Rara Avis

since 2001-12-29

Posts 7115
South Africa

7 posted 2004-11-18 05:46 PM

Hi M - I do plead guilty to merely looking at titles as my mind goes off in its own little direction. This is merely a weaving of titles into one long poem - I lay no claim to it. Thanks so much for reading.

Enchantress
Member Empyrean

since 2001-08-14

Posts 35113
Canada eh.