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Lost Scattered Mind
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Lost Scattered Mind |
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Sunshine
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Lost Scattered Mind Once the gray begins to recede, once that happens the argument begins, Moral and Rancid finding ways to belittle, uphold Old Gooseberry, quite literally, two voices banging strident and my head aches as they volley retorts back and forth, back and forth… She will write of white silk clinging to tree arms, how they look warm… until Old Gooseberry leaves behind the Cold kiss and there it is again… the beautiful moment, erased as if it never existed, by a mere thought… Oh, she will write of beautiful, but sees the honesty of life, feels the heartbreak of loss, even though she declines to weep… oh, it will catch up with her, eventually… I admire her strength… That’s when Silence takes over, drowning Old Gooseberry’s companions into oblivion and the duller, darker gray returns hoping to shield until healing begins and in the Silence, that is when the tree arms are warm, with white silk dripping wet before the freeze, that is when the cavern sounds clear their call, knowing where warm hearts wait in healing, beckoning come and the lost scattered mind hears them, their calm quiet warm heartbeat sounds of here, where you can cry and no one will know… I will hold you with Silence, and Warmth, and bear you into tomorrow, when the gray will recede once again into blue, and rainbows will be found under the Sun… even in the dead of winter… where all is natural as it should be… It is then the third voice of Sanity whispers and I crawl to the cavern of Knowledge to heal. |
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Magnus
since 2001-10-10
Posts 14135South Carolina, USA |
And you are far from being alone, as we sit...and a candle detects the slightest breeze... |
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Dark Stranger Member Patricius
since 2001-03-19
Posts 13631West Coast |
cave place comfort and healing like the candle waxing let it move slow til it is resolved enjoyed this ms |
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miscellanea Member Elite
since 2004-06-24
Posts 4060OH |
You hit the nail right on the head here, Sunshine! I like the depth of this. So, if one finds oneself in a lost scattered mind, hush and feel its warmth? Right? Hm. I'll work on it... Enjoyed the thought and word miscellanea |
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Martie
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since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
Sissy...I could swear you are writing about me...understanding is so complete in this, of human nature and words.  |
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Enchantress Member Empyrean
since 2001-08-14
Posts 35113Canada eh. |
I'm with Martie,..I felt this was about me.. strange how poetry can do that to us. Well done dear lady. ~ Let peace begin with me... ~ |
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kayjay Member Elite
since 2002-06-24
Posts 2015Oregon |
When icy slush dumps on candle's light, The rainbow day loses to darkest plight. No joy rings out from pitiless night, Nor blossoms display in gaudy delight. Ken Through rubble and trouble and dark of night |
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JL Member Ascendant
since 2004-04-01
Posts 6128Texas, USA |
“here, where you can cry and no one will know… I will hold you with Silence, and Warmth, and bear you into tomorrow, when the gray will recede once again into blue, and rainbows will be found under the Sun… even in the dead of winter… where all is natural as it should be…” As it should be. Heartfelt, to the marrow… Nuff-said. JL |
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Honeybunch Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-29
Posts 7115South Africa |
A most lovely and insightful poem - perhaps more so than can be known. |
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LeeJ Member Patricius
since 2003-06-19
Posts 13296 |
ohhh you have gone and written one that has so touched my heart...Karilea...your amazing wiht identity and awareness...this was brilliant...in more ways then one....thank you hun, for an exceptional read. The more I read the talents of so many in here, I can only think, the great masters would be smiling and overjoyed at all these tremendous paintings. Hugs |
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Gentle Spirit Member Patricius
since 2000-10-09
Posts 13989 |
depth lady.. depth.. and beauty.  The greatest beauty on earth, is |
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nakdthoughts Member Laureate
since 2000-10-29
Posts 19200Between the Lines |
you are never really alone inside..and with all these wonderful scattered thoughts...never a mind that is lost M |
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Susan Caldwell Member Rara Avis
since 2002-12-27
Posts 8348Florida |
Oh my Kari, this one speaks in more than one voice.  "cast me gently into the morning, for the night has been unkind" |
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Dark Angel Member Patricius
since 1999-08-04
Posts 10095 |
I know this only too well... very clever and wonderfully put together. I like this side of your pen  we can always count on "Old Gooseberry" to have his say..eh? Mxx into this night i wonder, it's morning that i dread, another day of knowing of, the path i fear to tread. |
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DavePage Member Elite
since 2003-12-21
Posts 2917 |
Really had me thinking on us Enjoyed it Dave |
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Earth Angel Member Empyrean
since 2002-08-27
Posts 40215Realms of Light |
Those with sensitive and poetic souls could not help but understand and appreciate your words, Dear Rays of Sun... You are a mistress poet! I mean, a poet's mistress! ~ Ooops! I still don't have it right. You are a MASTER POET! Indeed, that ye be!  EA |
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ice Member Elite
since 2003-05-17
Posts 3404Pennsylvania |
"quite literally, two voices banging strident and my head aches as they volley retorts back and forth, back and forth…" An angel on one, The other, Gooseberry weights; Aching both shoulders * Her pen explains her sweet dreams, But devils kiss her awake. "here, where you can cry and no one will know… I will hold you with Silence, and Warmth, and bear you into tomorrow, when the gray will recede once again into blue, and rainbows will be found under the Sun…" But there is refuge; A silent place that beckons, Where the angel reins. * Where sky's hold always arches, That sun through white silk prisms. "It is then the third voice of Sanity whispers and I crawl to the cavern of Knowledge to heal." "Sanity whispers" The third voice is the third eye, She queries the entity. * Old Gooseberry shivers, quakes; He cannot smite her angel. Your poetry inspires me....:-) Enjoyed this well written poem.. ___________ice/ford ><> |
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Sunshine
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since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
And he wouldn't even want to try, Ice...  Thank you all for reading... |
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