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Herons and Owls
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Herons and Owls |
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wranx Member Elite
since 2002-06-07
Posts 3689Moved from a shack to a barn 
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Circumstances, good or bad Or, yet to be seen Have found me here in this Shotgun shack Silent, now And unnoticed in the world Except for a view, askance And the occasional “do you remember?”s And the “what was his name?”s That fill the most casual of conversations Free, now To curse the moon for shining And the sun, for not Freed, to rail against ignorance And apathy, but quietly, always Lest I reveal my own The trees, in all their grace, are keeping secrets Their roots, twined as they are Like the limbs of lovers Hold close, both stone and bone Their branches, as arms held high in praise Touch laced fingers in hallelujahs Praying over the river And the river, so sure of its destination But, somewhat doubtful of the journey Clings like a small child to the Heron’s leg How I envy him, the Heron, his patience Standing one-legged and aloof His understanding of balance And the owls, wide eyed and awake Torment my nights with their incessant And single minded inquiries The very questions I ask myself |
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Dark Angel Member Patricius
since 1999-08-04
Posts 10095 |
Wow! How I've missed you Bro  mxx and i knew in the crystalline knowledge of you |
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Martie
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
Ed...I really like whoooo you are, and this poem!!  |
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Ratleader
since 2003-01-23
Posts 7026Visiting Earth on a Guest Pass |
There are poets who are deep, and there are poets who are fully honest with themselves, about themselves....but rarely, so rarely, comes a poet who is both. I'm lucky enough to share a name with one of them. Nice work, Ed! Ed ~~(¸¸¸¸ºº> ~~(¸¸¸¸ºº> ~~(¸¸ ¸¸ºº> ~~~(¸¸ER¸¸ºº> |
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Seymour Tabin Member Empyrean
since 1999-07-07
Posts 31720Tamarac Fla |
wranx Frank and honest, enjoyed both. |
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inkedgoddess Member Rara Avis
since 2002-11-19
Posts 7392Ohio |
in their world, there are not filters. it just is, isnt it? o, to be among them again ........... |
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BluesSerenade Member Patricius
since 2001-10-23
Posts 10549By the Seaside |
And the occasional “do you remember?”s And the “what was his name?”s That fill the most casual of conversations Yea!!! You are a mighty fine poet, wranx~ |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
"The trees, in all their grace, are keeping secrets Their roots, twined as they are Like the limbs of lovers Hold close, both stone and bone Their branches, as arms held high in praise Touch laced fingers in hallelujahs Praying over the river" ssssssssshhhhhhhhhh...listen. If you can't hear that, surely you feel it. They pray for you. Unnoticed? Never. You, and your gently wise ways have been missed.  |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
I hear that owl Q tune, and envy that sure-footed heron stance. It's always good therapy to listen to your heartbeat. |
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suthern
since 1999-07-29
Posts 20723Louisiana |
And the river, so sure of its destination But, somewhat doubtful of the journey Clings like a small child to the Heron’s leg The pensive tone, the vivid visuals... I love the entire poem, but this in particular. Excellent!! |
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littlewing Member Rara Avis
since 2003-03-02
Posts 9655New York |
I have missed your writing, Eddie so very much . . . The trees breathe your lifetime, weaving stories to the river. As she sways, bulging from the weight. Not unlike your Heron, understanding his balance, The river passes first one home, then another. Crossing to tributary, from lake to creek, through county and state. To pass by each and every door. If only to calm the city streets, as they cry into the night, unnoticed. See? You have to keep writing so I can glean inspiration from you *grin* Listen to your witch. You, no matter what you do or how hard you try, could never ever be unnoticed. |
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Sunshine
Administrator
Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
The trees, in all their grace, are keeping secrets Their roots, twined as they are Like the limbs of lovers Hold close, both stone and bone Their branches, as arms held high in praise Touch laced fingers in hallelujahs Praying over the river And the river, so sure of its destination ~*~ All of this, then, from the Quiet Man who stands in shadows eyeing all that passes by, noting all with discretion, and sincerity. |
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Gentle Spirit Member Patricius
since 2000-10-09
Posts 13989 |
Quietly you come back and bring us such a wonderful offering and again I am blowed away by your words. Damn its good to read you again Ed... but unnoticed you shall never be.. Your name pops up, we click.. and find  Welcome back. |
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