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LeeJ Member Patricius
since 2003-06-19
Posts 13296
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Blue deserted beaches Café chairs empty Upside down on tables Waitresses light cigarettes Waiting for hungry patrons With far away stares & Busy pockets…. Imaged city, cartwheels over my head Painting clouds shredding apart Cans & fresh manure, pasted to canvas A dieing man singing in a phone booth Wearing a white raincoat Writing about plastered columns What is this place? Every woman’s face is the same? Midnight sun calls to me I look everywhere, turning over silence Eyes looking up, I see heaven part There is one red rose floating seaward Smearing my forehead with scented hours Reminding me of all those good years The ones I, ignored hoping to make a profit Way to busy, not knowing how long Each soothing image would last And I wanted them to last Right up until the end… Arranging flowers takes years My muse smiles, asking “Do I wanna see the grand design?” Shaking childhood like 6 shake pudding, I say “I’d better not” Waiting has become my skin & fatherland Finding new signals Growing at the end of my street Neighbors are opened arm happy Strangers smile Deep waters grow warm Under my gliding oars Giving food to the poor I peer into dim hours Bearing any lasting images Picking up a broken branch Wondering if I could outrun the waves I smile and try only to loose again But decide to chase them back…. Mountains are mating with midday I notice a snail sliding backwards He’s smiling at his larger shell While handing me a tightrope With an icy path Blind faith grows two more years Slipping and sliding on the ice But my boots fit pretty tight So I walked that tight rope on a blistery day Inside the wind Clutching close my tiger eyed marbles Breathing slow deep love Love for the waiting waitresses For wintry life….for orphans of nature And the parlor of spring bulbs Which sleep in the night…. I decide to sit down by the waitresses They pour half and half in my tea Smiling like an operatic haven We all hold hands, singing “Feelings” For the first time in my life I understand…. The baroque of picture touch And the train I no longer have to catch…. |
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JL Member Ascendant
since 2004-04-01
Posts 6128Texas, USA |
You have a magic touch in your writing. Very exciting write. JL |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
you always paint such a vivid scene |
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Ericc Member Elite
since 2003-01-31
Posts 4178 |
Excellent write! Eric |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
A joy to read...James |
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*Alli4000*
since 2004-03-21
Posts 3188The World of Poetry |
I enjoyed this!  ~Alli~ *AIM = Alli4000* Journal! |
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Martie
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
LeeJ Reading you is always an experience! You inspire me and at the same time make me think I will never be able to write again.  |
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MGROVES
since 2004-02-01
Posts 3802california |
excellant yes, and as always a pleasure to read thanks |
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