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Midnitesun

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Gaia

0 posted 2005-01-02 05:18 PM

When mourning doves begin to weep openly
and the moon hangs its head so low
it cannot be seen over the gingko trees,
when waves of madness escape their boundaries,
crush all that stands between them and desired reality,
when the sun refuses to shine no matter how hard I beg...
these are the times I seek solace in a sanctuary
of nature’s beauty, drawn from my memory banks.

The soft melodic sighs of a gentle breeze
flowing over growing reeds in a teeming pond,
the warmth of sand grains
as they slip between my toes at Pacific’s edge,
the scents of sage, night-blooming jasmine
or lavender caressing my nose,
the chilled kiss of a forgiving fog blanket
as it settles on lonely lips
of land that line the shores of loon lake.
Listen, can you hear the sounds of the night crawlers?
Did you see that flash of light reflected from the beak of a bird?

Nature gives, and nature takes.
But I get to choose which memories to keep.

Mysteria

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1 posted 2005-01-02 05:21 PM

Amen! We sure do get to pick and choose, what a great poem Kacy! I felt this one might have been for Auguste and Sandgrain in a way, due to the choice of various words, and themes. Perhaps, wishful thinking? Beautiful, like that big heart of yours.

Carpe' Diem

Midnitesun

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Gaia

2 posted 2005-01-02 05:24 PM

Hugging you, Sharon, for seeing part of what inspired this write.

Juju
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In your dreams

3 posted 2005-01-02 06:07 PM

I like this one alot
Juju

kayjay
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Oregon

4 posted 2005-01-02 06:54 PM

There is much room to interpret deep sorrow here. Nature will have its way. This is a nice variation from many of your writes and it is good to see other sides of your skill. Ken

Through rubble and trouble and dark of night
The yawn of a dawn will hasten the light

Enchantress
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Canada eh.

5 posted 2005-01-02 07:00 PM

Very nicely done Kacy..much enjoyed the read.
Happy New Year.
Hugs~

In the midst of winter,
I found there lives within me..
An invincible summer.

*Alli4000*

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The World of Poetry

6 posted 2005-01-02 07:02 PM

"Nature gives, and nature takes.
But I get to choose which memories to keep."

I liked that ending...nice write Kacy!

~Alli~

Happy 2005!

Midnitesun

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Gaia

7 posted 2005-01-02 07:45 PM

thanks friends
and hope you have already begun to store up some good memories from this new year

vandana

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8 posted 2005-01-03 11:02 AM

good write

ice
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9 posted 2005-01-03 01:41 PM

"these are the times I seek solace in a sanctuary
of nature’s beauty, drawn from my memory banks."

Kacy...Ginko trees are very lovely, great title..

I am well aware of that sanctuary. and the solace that it provides..many times I have felt that it has saved my mental life..

And we are not alone...Wordsworth called on the same refuge..

**"I have learned
  To look on nature, not as in the hour
Of thoughtless youth; but hearing oftentimes
The still, sad music of humanity,
Nor harsh nor grating, though of ample power
To chasten and subdue."

And he also heard, as I have , and you, the "sounds of the night crawlers"

"..I have felt
A presence that disturbs me with the joy
Of elevated thoughts; a sense sublime
Of something far more deeply interfused,
Whose dwelling is the light of setting suns,
And the round ocean and the living air,
And the blue sky, and in the mind of man:"

And so we are never alone when nature calms our melancholy.
Emerson and Thoreau and Wordsworth are listening and seeing-smiling each time we take solace..

"Nature gives, and nature takes.
But I get to choose which memories to keep.

Again, Wordsworth thought the same, I think he says so in these lines...

(nature is)
**"The guide, the guardian of my heart, and soul
Of all my moral being.

** From ‘Lines composed a few miles above Tintern Abbey’
By William Wordsworth  (1770–1850)

I love this poem, it hit me right in the heart, but it did not hurt..it was like a salve that balms.

manaste________ice/ford

[This message has been edited by ice (01-03-2005 03:02 PM).]

Sunshine

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Listening to every heart

10 posted 2005-01-03 02:05 PM

Kacy, sometimes your poetry inspires
the most insightful replies, so reading
both it, and the comments, has been a
tremendous blessing.

icebox
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in the shadows

11 posted 2005-01-03 03:18 PM

This is truly a moving bit of writing. Beautiful!

Midnitesun

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Gaia

12 posted 2005-01-03 04:55 PM

I am humbled by that reply, Ford. To even be mentioned alongside the likes of Emerson, Thoreau, Wordsworth, brings such a deep sigh of immense pleasure. Many of your writes give me great solace and comfort, and I sense your respect and love for nature is deeply embedded within who you are, why you write as you do.

Thanks to each of you, for your kind and generous comments, for reading this, a heart beat write.

ice
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13 posted 2005-01-03 05:57 PM

Kacy
Reading that incredible trio changed my life, turned me into a pantheist..
I feel that they come alive again, whenever a poem like this one is written
I saw their message in this poem, and felt warm when I read it...
Thank you for writing it....

___________ice/ford
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