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Waiting for Sparrows
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Waiting for Sparrows |
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Greeneyes  
since 2000-09-09
Posts 9903In Your Poetic Mind 
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First -- abandon style so many dreams coming up with the rising storm the meeting of crossing waters and all the ash is washed away the space is open pray for me in soft spoken words: give a little so you can see the ocean -- where there is horizon there is sky there are no borders when the cold winds blow between earth and first winter until we tear the memories and merge with what remains the touch of season and time changing I am made of hollow shapes and often reminded that angels soar but seldom walk I will forget my palms are pressed and my lips dry in moments here and past the longer view does not matter, if you find yourself weeping through shadows waiting for sparrows to edge the gold in release I often ask how do I understand such beauty and question such fear in darkness, all sidewalks ache waiting for rain to wash away the chalk I came from the mountain The crust of creation My whole situtaion-made from clay to stone |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
until we tear the memories and merge with what remains the touch of season and time changing ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I will forget my palms are pressed and my lips dry in moments here and past the longer view does not matter, if you find yourself weeping through shadows waiting for sparrows to edge the gold in release I often ask how do I understand such beauty and question such fear in darkness, all sidewalks ache waiting for rain to wash away the chalk ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ *head bowed to the beauty of your words* (speechless moth)  |
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Nightshade
since 2001-08-31
Posts 13962just out of reach |
Simply beautiful Lauren. Into my library this gently floats. hugs, Chris Poetry is an echo, asking a shadow to dance. |
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Gentle Spirit Member Patricius
since 2000-10-09
Posts 13989 |
you soar your words touch and are felt. I really want to care, |
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Sunshine
Administrator
Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
Sweetheart, this is painfully beautiful... and you didn't issue a hanky alert...  Mama K |
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Susan Caldwell Member Rara Avis
since 2002-12-27
Posts 8348Florida |
"in darkness, all sidewalks ache waiting for rain to wash away the chalk" Bravo! painfully true.. "too bad ignorance isn't painful" |
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Earth Angel Member Empyrean
since 2002-08-27
Posts 40215Realms of Light |
quote: ~ words that beared repeating... "Lauren" surely must stand for "Lovely".  Linda |
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LeeJ Member Patricius
since 2003-06-19
Posts 13296 |
Lauren, this was sorely identifiable...and close to home...thank you for such a riveting awakening...all the way home... absolute and with a refined understanding |
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Startime55 Member Elite
since 2003-04-05
Posts 2148Alberta, Canada |
Your words reach out to touch this reader to the center of her soul...these words are timeless in their beauty and feeling....*big hugs* |
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Cpat Hair
since 2001-06-05
Posts 11793 |
beauty..as always ma'am..you paint a grace in words few can touch.. bravo |
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El_Campeador Senior Member
since 2003-01-29
Posts 761Ohio, USA |
Beautiful. Thank you for sharing... “We are all travelers in the wilderness of this world, and the best that we can find in our travels is an honest friend.” –Robert Louis Stevenson |
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Enchantress Member Empyrean
since 2001-08-14
Posts 35113Canada eh. |
"in darkness, all sidewalks ache waiting for rain to wash away the chalk" Brava sweet Lauren! You have once again left me speechless... Love ya lady~ Life is one great big canvas; |
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