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November Blue and Rain
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November Blue and Rain |
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Cpat Hair
since 2001-06-05
Posts 11793 |
November cried And I walked her cold tears Trying not to stumble on twisted roots Or slick jumbled stone As I followed the path beside the Blue Where it begins just below the slab on county road Y And I wished for lightening To break open the grey with a flash of heat Close enough to make my hair stand on end And to tingle slightly warm As ghost fire danced on her skin Blue… like her name But this time of year It rarely thunders Just cold drizzled speck of cloud And the wind I pulled the old Journal then Unwrapping the oilskin and turning stained leather Watching ink run As she wept her grief of lost leaf of coming frost And wrote: “ What I found braided in the water of this river comes from places far from where I stand yet each drop passing me by began someplace other than here.” “My words and my life will never capture how deep she is in me nor how it is, the places she began, and runs to still are not mine” “It is only this moment, which lasts as long as she allows me purchase on her banks or to float on her skin that I exist” I paused then and looked around Wondering if the trees were whispering their sad laughter Of bare limbs and slow rub of trunk at what I felt And wrote “ I wonder if she knows the depths of my love” as one large drop made ink dissapear |
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Enchantress Member Empyrean
since 2001-08-14
Posts 35113Canada eh. |
"“ I wonder if she knows the depths of my love” as one large drop made ink dissapear" Oh she knows Captain...yes she knows. What a remarkable talent you possess. I do hope one day to see you publish each series you have gifted us with here at Passions. Now while the leaves still dance on the wind |
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Gentle Spirit Member Patricius
since 2000-10-09
Posts 13989 |
silence falls around me and all is heard is the sharp breath and an oh....yes.... yeah, so I will say it again... you ARE the master... The greatest beauty on earth, is |
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Sunshine
Administrator
Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
“My words and my life will never capture how deep she is in me nor how it is, the places she began, and runs to still are not mine” ~*~ I can safely admit this could only come from you...and not I.  |
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Susan Member Ascendant
since 2004-03-27
Posts 5104walking the surreal |
Oh my - lost in your words - you draw me in, dear poet - Hugs - Susan |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
And wrote: “ What I found braided in the water of this river comes from places far from where I stand yet each drop passing me by began someplace other than here.” “My words and my life will never capture how deep she is in me nor how it is, the places she began, and runs to still are not mine” “It is only this moment, which lasts as long as she allows me purchase on her banks or to float on her skin that I exist” ========================== oh man.................. “ What I found braided in the water of this river comes from places far from where I stand yet each drop passing me by began someplace other than here.” I WISH I HAD WROTE THAT!!!!!!!!!!! *shaking me mothy head and smiling* BUT OF COURSE YOU WROTE IT...as only YOU could..... ( and Im sooooo glad you did)   The river runs thru your muse and your pen rides the current... Im grateful to sit on the banks and watch your depths swirl past. |
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Dark Angel Member Patricius
since 1999-08-04
Posts 10095 |
My words and my life will never capture how deep she is in me nor how it is, the places she began, and runs to still are not mine” “It is only this moment, which lasts as long as she allows me purchase on her banks or to float on her skin that I exist” Oh Man, you floor me.  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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soul drifter Senior Member
since 2004-09-08
Posts 711Colorado |
...wow. Beautiful beyond comprehension. I gotta save this one. Great, great work. "Poets are all who love, who feel great truths, and tell them; and the truth of truths is love." --Philip James Bailey |
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babygirlwlove Senior Member
since 2004-10-10
Posts 1180New York City |
What I found braided in the water of this river comes from places far from where I stand yet each drop passing me by began someplace other than here *********************** braided, indeed...love this, chief... **babyblu** **Intoxicant to the SouL** |
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Tiersdin Member Elite
since 2000-11-17
Posts 2364east coast |
Deep within, these words... beautifully expresseed, as always, dear captain. ~tier  |
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