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Day Three and Silence Of the Limbs
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Day Three and Silence Of the Limbs |
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Cpat Hair
since 2001-06-05
Posts 11793 |
She spoke And I wondered at the nervous way She hesitated as if leaving unsaid Something she wanted to know But did not know how to ask So I listened Trying to hear between the syllables What it was that made her hedge so But thought quickly of how it was with me And how it was no different My own words measured to protect Places others had tread And green had only now begun to grow After all these seasons The watershed of the Blue is rugged hills That holds scrub oak, cedar and hickory Trying to put roots down in hardscrabble of stone. Our words are not so different you know Second or third cuttings have left us smaller than before But we cling to those places we know and have grown By nine things were packed and stowed The last of the coffee was left in pot and just set between The front and back so either of us could reach it And we let the lady carry us down I watched your back as you sat the front and stared That far away gaze you can get When the ghosts are back or you’ve something on your mind And I remembered another time When words and people were different and I had written : “It is not silence that troubles me, for I am often at home in still yet the silence of what you do not say lies as a void between us and I am unable to bridge that void without the feel of flesh to punctuate the emotions I know lie in its depths.” Those word no longer seemed true… For in your silence I found fathoms of understanding I knew… We all have bitter things that eat at our nights and days Leaving the taste of copper on tongue But with seasoning we learn the taste can be born Into complex subtleties we enjoy Today I enjoyed the taste of your still and only wondered for the words You seemed to want to say ................................................. The Lady Blue was kind to us And day three passed without pregnant pause Just the still of a night after rain And the smell of you still On my skin |
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babygirlwlove Senior Member
since 2004-10-10
Posts 1180New York City |
...and this feeling like rain shrill in the bones... chief...damn damn.damn do I like this... lol **babyblu** **Intoxicant to the SouL** |
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miscellanea Member Elite
since 2004-06-24
Posts 4060OH |
“It is not silence that troubles me, for I am often at home in still yet the silence of what you do not say lies as a void between us and I am unable to bridge that void without the feel of flesh to punctuate the emotions I know lie in its depths.” And then... the next stanza!!!! Oh, gee! You do know how to say it! Love your writing. miscellanea |
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Susan Caldwell Member Rara Avis
since 2002-12-27
Posts 8348Florida |
 Whatever inspires your words..I love.  "cast me gently into the morning, for the night has been unkind" |
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Kahlil Senior Member
since 2003-04-12
Posts 1881 |
Cpat, how I have enjoyed these writings of yours, so very much, and saving them all. K |
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Soleil Noir Senior Member
since 2001-12-19
Posts 688USA |
The Lady Blue was kind to us And day three passed without pregnant pause Just the still of a night after rain And the smell of you still On my skin ~*~ You are kind to us, too... |
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Gentle Spirit Member Patricius
since 2000-10-09
Posts 13989 |
oh.. OH... more, please? sigh.......lovely The greatest beauty on earth, is |
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Martie
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
Ron "For in your silence I found fathoms of understanding" Sometimes it take understanding a long time to grow...and what we thought we knew, was love all along.  |
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LeeJ Member Patricius
since 2003-06-19
Posts 13296 |
Might I share something with you? I guess you know I'm gonna Ok...when I was with that special one, we traveled much...I can't express the wonder and the down to earth good feelings, my mind went completely blank, while my heart smiled...it was warm, snuggly, spiritual.... No thoughts at all...wow, the happiness, the contentment, the complete and utter wordlessness..... I'll shut up now...hehehe What I'm trying to explain, is perhaps she's not got one thing on her mind...not one, other then feeling that complete spiritual completedness when with you???? It's best not to assume, it can get us into deep poop! smiles and hugs Oh, by the way, tremendous and thought provoking write. Very much enjoyed. |
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Enchantress Member Empyrean
since 2001-08-14
Posts 35113Canada eh. |
...speechless once more. Thank you sir. Now while the leaves still dance on the wind |
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suthern
since 1999-07-29
Posts 20723Louisiana |
I've read this through several times... and each time, I linger in different places... allowing your words to lead me onto side paths... Such as... It was when I found contentment in silence that I knew I'd found something rare and precious... And... I talk a lot to some and never really say anything meaningful... say everything to another with just a look... And... hell's bells, my friend... you sure can write!!! *S* This is wonderful! *S* |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
Silent Confessions It was late afternoon ... her favorite time of day. The sun's slanting descent would return it to where sand and sky met. Soon the dusking seduction of the horizon would sway in it's evening display. But for those last few fleeting hours ... the sun slipped low in it's glowing slow set. The water's surface sparked with the sequined secrets of the sun, while the tree's shadows stretched long up the bank and limestone bluffs taking the river in their bark and branched arms. She leaned back against a rusting and rustling cottonwood, watching him fish from a gravel bed on the river's bend. Summer was fading fast into fall and they were following the season with the wind. Later, back at camp, they sat by the fire enjoying his catch of the day and each others company. As the sky cast an orange tint on the tree tops and turned the currents into glass, he leafed through his journals, reading out loud of a moment gone, still held in time by his words. "I wonder," she asked, "What will you write of me?" She smiled at his confessing silence as he scribbled his thoughts. All that he could not say with his voice, spoke eloquently on page. She knew he would never allow himself to believe that she could ever come to care for him, as he did her, that wasn't his style. She had read many chapters of his diary heart and understood his reasons. "I envy you," she spoke, breaking the stillness. "The way you turn words into measurements of time, taking what was once passing and preserving it on parchment, leaving your legacy." "And what would you write of me," he asked, and then smiled at her confessing silence. She stared off into the night wishing she had his gift of words so that she might write these moments upon time. To put into verse how he filled her days with the colors of the earth and her nights with the contentment of his touch. How do you tell someone that they taught you to see the secrets kept by the sky? The next morning he woke to her absence, but soon found her walking the shoreline. As he stirred the fire he saw his journal lay open with her writing marking the page. "I lack the words to truly say how my heart wants to stay ... Thank you seems far too little to say, for it's because of you I now know where the stars go when night becomes day. I am no poet, but for you I shall try ... If my words but could, I would write your name across the sky." for Ron and his amazing muse. (yktikykik)   Poetry is emotion put into measure. The emotion comes by nature ... but the measure is acquired by art. Thomas Hardy |
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Dark Angel Member Patricius
since 1999-08-04
Posts 10095 |
you take my breath away amazing you, Sir. 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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suthern
since 1999-07-29
Posts 20723Louisiana |
Sometimes another visit yields an extra surprise in the responses... WOW!!! *S* You woke the moody muse... and she's definitely had her coffee! *G* |
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Sunshine
Administrator
Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
Damn! I LOVE inspiration!!!! |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
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VAS Member Rara Avis
since 2000-11-16
Posts 7450Oregon |
I received so much utter joy out of reading the title to this, I don't even need to read the poem to express my appreciation. However, I just may come back and do so, Cpat. Whether on the shoal or on the shore, |
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Enchantress Member Empyrean
since 2001-08-14
Posts 35113Canada eh. |
I had to come back for another read... what a wonderful surprise to find JM's beautiful response!!! You two blend words magically! |
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MGROVES
since 2004-02-01
Posts 3802california |
speachless again My spirit will rise |
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